She had wanted to deny it at first, but it was true, in the darkness of her home with her lover resting in the bed, all was as it should be. Throughout her time of courting others, there was a growing uneasiness, a constant battle with those she would allow close. Yet with him? It was unity, a partnership, a bond. Recent events had been dark, sour and of the like she was sadly used to, yet in this instance, she did not feel she faced them alone, nor was she to remain off to one side whilst her lover relished in some ridiculous display of machismo as the world burned around them. No they were equal.
The air was still heavy though. A man, she was now convinced riddled with madness, was still skulking in the shadows, or like a snake in the long grass, waiting for it's next strike. His efforts to harm her were for naught, for although his strike was true, her lover regained his strength after being poisoned by his hand. The act served nothing but to raise her ire, an impulsive woman who would not think twice to retaliate, yet, such vengeance would have to wait, for her lover wished to take her away to celebrate the Harvestmath. Infact, every foul, vicious thought that crossed her mind, seemed to be thwarted by her lover. He made her laugh, he made her see reason, he shared in her passion and he showered her with finery, the latest gift being that of an exquisite necklace, delicate, golden. He desired her company, yearned for it, requesting he dwell with her for several days as his work was concluded, and she did not hesitate in agreeing to it. The storms they would weather, for she knew the skies would darken soon, were only the smallest bump in their lives, for whatever challenge faced them, they would endure.
