Grouse Thicket I love the way

She watched him assess her.
Deciding whether this was a dream or not. It was far from a dream for him...
She could read him like a book though -- he never through to close himself up.
No.

She could see the cold coals in his golden forgery alight with anger.
This his voice burned with it, demanding to know where she came from. How.
Tears sprang to her eyes, lip quivering.
Not a complete act. She did have regrets.
And was scared of being gifted death.
Kynareth wouldn't let it be slow.

"I - I.." her voice trembled and stuttered as she shrank away from him.
"I didn't know...They hurt me."
The lies poured from the serpent's maw.

"I lost our children," her eyes sparkling with her pain tilted up to him. To beg for forgiveness. To beg for her life and his love.