Aranhil shrugged. "I have known for a century that my wife would be my father's choice. Aranhil is the younger son, and can make his own choices. I was, of course, allowed to make suggestions. But the girls I fancied in my youth were usually unsuitable for the throne." He explained with a shrug. "Ether that or my brother was screwing them." He laughed softly, remembering that incident. "I had no idea at the time."

Grinning at Sylvia, he settled back to explain. "I was probably ninety, and River was just old enough to be legally allowed to engage with the ladies. There was this pretty young dragon who had been flirting with me for three years. Just as I finally started to notice her, she got in bed with my brother. During the day, I'd take her out, and treat her like a princess. At night, she'd crawl in bed with my little brother. And I always wondered why she was so tired in the mornings, or why she never came with me to family events."

Grinning to himself, he smiled at his little wife. "Anyway, nah. I probably wouldn't like your sisters. I don't know. I never met them. But it's not important, Sylvia. Life has given us our lots. We can only play the game, and hope to come out with a winning hand. So far, I enjoy what I have been dealt. I am happy with what I have been given. Aren't you?"

Aranhil leaned over and kissed his wife gently. "Stop fussing. You're cute when you pout, but gorgeous when you smile. I'd rather have a beautiful wife than a cutesie one." He shrugged a little as he added, "The point is, I didn't have a choice. It doesn't matter what I might have done, or what your mind is running away with. The point is, this is what I have. And I am happy with it."