Stavanger Bay Rose

the glen.
the deer.
the sea.
the gold.
lestan mayfair did not know he wished to live without reverie, the thin red strings knotted into something almost unrecognizable by now.
"i'll go. i'll be careful."
but he would slaughter them all if the witch denied him anything, this lestan knew with a sinking coldness. their blood for hers. 
with trembling paws, he pressed her back upon the bed, drawing up a fur toward her midsection. "i'll go. now."