Arrow Lake trauern

Affection remained a fickle beast indeed. The warmth of his breath to her ear as he whispered to her almost as a lover would, the fueled reminder that touches such if these would never come from the man who had brought them all together. Would it have been too easy to lose her grief and numb herself in the throes of passion, the minuscule touches in which she brushed against his throat and cheek as he spoke to her, inspiring her. And yet she knew the guilt of it all despite born of innocence and longing to simply forget would only lead to further shadow their very hearts for what they had lost. 

Instead, she succumbed to the numbing pain, her proud form slouching closer to the ground as if gravity was the only answer to her unspoken prayers. ”I don’t think I know who I am anymore,” she whispered. 

Ketzia. A widow. A mother. A scorned lover who had aches to be higher on her beloveds list of priorities. A once fierce woman and sure leader who had become subdued by the shadows of those she did not trust. For her children, she would do better.