"You're right." Aranhil murmured, a thoughtful look passing across his face. "You really are no match for any of the dragons. Everyone here has learned to fight almost as soon as they learned to walk. You'd be squashed flat in a second." He studied her for a bit, assessing her advantages. Not very many. "I suppose your fighting style would be similar to Cendres', but that only works against a small number of enemies."

Leaning in, the young king-to-be kissed his wife. "I have decided," He informed her with a bright smile. "I shall assign you two personal guards to keep you safe at all times. in fact, I shall even write to River." He added brightly, "You see, River is a much better fighter than I, he will know better who shall best be able to protect you." He explained. He reached out to stroke her cheek gently. "You are tender, my sweet. I don't want you to be hurt. Fighting would only damage you. I would rather keep you as you are."

Reluctantly, he started to stand up. "I should return home and write to him now." He decided. "I would prefer the letter reach him quickly, so that I might be able to protect you sooner yet. Come along, my love, let's go home." He took her hand, helping her to stand up. "I, um..." A red blush slid across his cheeks. "I should probably go find your shoe first."