[b]Sylvia let out the smallest of squeals as Cendres tossed her to her husband, the young woman easily possessing three or four times more strength than her body looked like it could contain. The usually graceful & poised Elven woman floundered helplessly as Cendres abandoned her in the middle of her endless tirade to get the couple to sleep together, but Sylvia knew that in the end, Cendres' heart had been in the right place. Sylvia knew that the young woman wanted nothing more than to know Aranhil was happy with his wife.

"D-don't worry about Miss Cendres," Sylvia assured Aranhil softly after he voiced his disapproval & almost-permanent skeptical mood towards his sister, "She has good intentions, Aranhil. She'd been trying to... h-help me with something recently.Though I admit, she & I seem to be on different levels now. I mean, I can't possibly do the things she suggested today, I don't think I could ever be that bold, &-"

Sylvia felt her face slowly turning red, knowing that she was babbling now & confusing Aranhil further than he already was. He could be assuming that she was talking about literature or sewing, for all she knew. Aranhil probably didn't even understand that Sylvia had a sexual attraction towards him, or that she even knew what that was.

She had to admit, it was partly her fault for agreeing easily to his decision for them to spend a full three months in separate rooms, but honestly, she hadn't expected for three [i]days[/i] to feel like an eternity to wait; when he'd mentioned that his previous time frame was six months, she felt like she would faint. Now that the two of them were married, all Sylvia could think about was being close to Aranhil & becoming a more intimate couple.

"Aranhil, I want to share a bed tonight," Sylvia suddenly blurted, in the middle of the corridor, no less. Her violet eyes widened considerably as she realized what she'd just did, her hands flying up to cover her lips. Oh no, did she really just say that so bluntly? She knew that she wanted to be more straight-forward this time, but not like some uneducated harlot throwing herself at a man. Unable to hide her shame, Sylvia averted her gaze to the floor. She could only imagine the disappointment her husband must be feeling at her lack of discipline.[/b]