"I KNOW!" Cendres cried. Her eyes had lit up with the pleasure of her discovery. She, personally, adored getting into trouble. If someone was unlikely to want to yell at her when everything was said and done, most likely it would not be fun. She liked to take action, but only when the result was one that caused mischief. It wasn't that she was a cruel child, or a mean spirited young woman, she just enjoyed keeping people on their toes, and playing pranks. "I've been thinking up all sorts of ways to get him to screw you. I've got a few ideas already"

Giggling to herself, the young woman grabbed her companion's hand. "Come with me, I'll tell you what I have in mind." She eagerly led her down the hall. They passed several rooms, most left empty during the day. Here and there, a suit of armor glinted from where it stood in alcoves along the hall. "So, because we don't want too many rumors," as if they weren't already spreading like wild fire, "We should talk about this only in private! Come on."

With very little persistence, the girl got Sylvia into the future queen's bedroom. She shut the door, and locked it, then ran around the room, checking to make sure no one was here, and no one could hear. She loved to be thorough, and to check every last detail. "Alright!" Giggling, she stood before Sylvia, her hands locked behind her back. "First things first. We need to establish a goal. That's easy. Our goal is to get you laid! Next! The plot. So far, three have failed. Some more miserably than others. Clearly, Aranhil doesn't take subtlety. So we're going for a more direct route." Wondering over to Sylvia's dresser, she opened them and started to rummage though them, talking all the while.

"First option, we can use these!" Proudly, she yanked out her prize. Danging from her finger tips were a pair of metal cuffs, with a long chain attached to them. She started to laugh at the color of Sylvia's face. "If he can't leave your bed, he'll get bored. And if he's bored, he'll eventually do something with you!" She explained brightly. "One of my friends gave them to me when I told him you were having troubles with your husband. He also offered to take care of you if you didn't like your husband, but I told him to go shove himself down a volcano."

Giggling, she tossed the chains over to the young, probably blushing, princess. "Second option. Go to HIS room. Refuse to leave, use any excuse you can to sleep with him. He won't complain if you show up in your night gown, tell him you had a bad dream, and cuddle up in his arms. Tell him you had a nightmare; you were going to stay a virgin forever!" Thrilled to death with embarrassing her sister in law, she moved on to her next point.

"Or be even more direct! Show up naked! Tell him to screw you! Whatever it is you have to do to get him to take you to bed! Ask him if you can have children, tell him that there's this really hot guy you want to see undressed. You'll figure it out. Now, what option did you like best?" She inquired. Walking over to her friend, she nodded to the cuffs. "I like those. 'Cause after you're done with him, you can put pants back on him, and then we can tickle him for a long time as punishment for making you wait!"