Thoughts within the bedchamber

"Don' wake up..not yet.." she whispered in the dark. This was how it was meant to feel, safe, warm, a room filled with those she loved most, all at peace.  He said not a word and the room stood silent once more barr the sound of the dieing fire and of their breathing, his arms still holding her as when they first laid to sleep. Though her mind would not gift her with slumber, too many thoughts, ever darker with each day since his rivals return.

The windows she had washed countless times, now caked with grease at their sills. The door where even her most dearest of friends hadn't walked through now holding the head of a crossbow bolt.  Traps here, knives there, her home seemingly more like a fortress.  Yet in the darkness, right then, she knew she was safe. 

Only a day prior had she been questioning the normality of her life, the normality of taking a life.  She had become uncomfortable with how seemingly easy it was for her husband to spill blood, the wall she had placed in her mind segregating that part of his life with the one she favored, had slowly dissipated over time.  He was witty, aggressive.  Charming, mistrustful.  Loving, chaotic.  Brilliant and.. frightening.  Yet in the darkness, her silent prayers to whomever might listen wished his rivals blood to flow freely at the his hands, and she felt no remorse for such thoughts.  He wished harm to her newborn children, the whirl of rage she felt whenever recollecting that moment swelled into hatred.  She wished peace, the feeling she held at this moment, her children safe, her husband without worry.

The cry of a falcon pierced her thoughts and she watched through the window at the small shape circling  high in the dim light of dawn.  Dauntlus would join them soon.  She'd cook a big breakfast for the two men, insisting they eat whatever is presented to them, then she would feed and bathe the babies, her beautiful son and daughter, tiny, helpless and threatened by her husbands past...and she would smile, regardless the future events of the day, knowing that this threat shall be snuffed out like the candle flames in her bedchamber.