[b]Despite her best intentions, Sylvia felt her frustration building up as Aranhil simply pushed her aside, demanding that she be coddled like some kind of infant. She didn't know what he intended for her, leaving her so defenseless. The next time someone cornered her, there was no way she'd luck out again. She'd really die. But not if she could help it.

Maybe a Dragon woman would just roll over & show her belly, but Sylvia would do no such thing. Women had every right to have their wishes to fulfilled as well, & it was high time Aranhil learned that she wasn't going to be a wilting maiden for the rest of her life.

Standing, Sylvia tossed her other shoe into the grass & fled to the large summer home without her husband. She wasn't at all deterred by the feel of grass under her feet, or that someone would see her ankles. Why did Dragons have to be so damned insistent on shoes? It was completely ridiculous to separate oneself from nature.

It was also ridiculous that she was still untouched, & that she wasn't able to protect herself at all, thanks to her overprotective husband's whims. She would fix these problems soon, if it were the last thing she did. Only one person was available to help her right now.

"Miss Cendres!" Sylvia called as she approached her sister-in-law's apartment rooms. She opened the main doors & went into the waiting room, looking around for the younger woman, "Miss Cendres, I don't have much time. I need you to tell me how you get men to do what you want; Aranhil is intent on turning me into a shelved doll!"[/b]