In the flickering candlelight she sits. Shadows in the dim lit room softly dancing across the walls and up the ceiling. Muffled snores heard from the bed where he is fast asleep. Lost in dreams. Her body covered by a white night dress, her feet bare against the cold wooded floor. Night outside the windows. No moon shines this night, but a thounds of stars are twinkling upon the night sky. Only a faint glow left in the fireplace, but she feels warm enough and he looks comfortable under the blankets. She cannot take her eyes off his face. How complete the sight of him makes her feel. She would wake him right this moment and tell him how much she loves him, but she remains seated by the desk. It is with firm determination she begins to write. The sound of a quill against paper soon fills the room.
"Something extraordinary happend this day. It is so how I have suspected for a while now - I am with child. As happy as it makes me feel, as terrified am I for the changes it will bring. I was just preparing myself for battle. I was ready to stand by my loves side and face our unknown fate. I was ready to fight and to die to free the people and rid us all of the evil that threatens us. I was ready for all of that. But for this? Am I ready for such a task? To become a mother. To raise a child in these war raging times. Does this mean I will have to put my sword to rest even before I have used it? This is the world I have come to known, but now, everything will have to change."
The tip of the quill leaves the paper and she turns to let her eyes rest on his face again. Her expression changing back and forth as many thoughts run through her head. A sorrowfull expression finally staying with her as her gaze drop to the floor and then back to the paper. She dips the quill and continues.
What of him? I cannot ask him to suddenly do all these changes. I cannot ask anything of him. Does he even want this? He is a soldier at heart and he possess a talent I have scarecly seen. A man like him belongs on the battlefield and who am I to take a hero like that away from the people. I cannot hold him back, I will not let him walk away from his duties."
The quill is back on the desk now. Her hand resting on her belly as she stares at her own words, watching the ink dry. Time passes. There is no glow left in the fireplace. The air has gone cold. She rolls up the paper into a scroll, ties a string around it and hides it in one of her drawers. She lights the fire anew and climbs back into bed. Her cold arm wrapping around his warm body, making him shift in his sleep. He turns towards her and embraces her. His strong arms under her neck and around her waist, nose nuzzled into her hair. - I love you, he murmurs sleepily. His words puts a smile on her lips and a comforting thought lulls her to sleep - "All will be fine. There is no need to worry."
