Hideaway Strath Operation Overkill

Something troubles you.
Her husband, ever observant and knowing.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled and began to explain.
"My past within these Wilds is filled with death and conflict. It is...of my own doing, I must admit. And I do not want to put everyone in danger for my missteps if what I think will happen rings true." She paused for a while as she found the strength to continue.
"It is my life that I believe must be paid for peace to everyone, so...."
Another pause, breath eerily steady, gaze afire, certain.
"I want to pass on, under the watch of Hildibrandr. And I want you and Sovereign to lead in my place upon my death. I have found a small collection of what I believe is Hemlock within the cavern system...I mean to ingest it." She said, followed by, "Once I am gone, I would like you an Sovereign to take the remnants of Hildibrandr and settle elsewhere. Let news spread of my death, but do not tell the truth of your involvement." She seemed firm on this decision, but her gaze went to his own with inquiry on what he had to say on the matter. 
Clearly though, she wanted to do this both for Hildibrandr's safety, and out of pure, petty spite for the wolves who want her dead - that they may not have the satisfaction of killing her themselves. 
"I do not see another way to keep everyone safe." She uttered. 
This time, her voice shook ever so slightly.