Grouse Thicket I love the way

Her eyes closed, bathing in the warmth staving off the crisp morning chill.
She imagined that she was in a life with no humans. No owners. Just Kynareth.
One where she could keep her children.

Heavy steps sounded towards her, earning the privilege of her eyes opening, but not yet a look.
Not yet.
But there it was. That sickly sweet, thick syrup voice which coated her ears with its presence.
He has come.
Sash slowly turned to look at her husband with a soft smile gracing her features which didn't quite meet her heartless gaze.
"Hello love," she replied with a voice of soft purity.

This would be easier than she thought when his expression switched from a casual, early morning flirt to realising his repeating nightmare was back in the flesh.