You know the feeling you get when you wake up and just know that something was wrong? you'd tell everyone you knew, but non one would take you seriously, not even your own husband.
So my day went on with that feeling, trudging about doing what i usually do, except i felt extra paranoid. And my day went on quite smoothly, I might add; the canvas arrived on time, so did my marble slabs; the weather was nice, it rained slightly; the guards were respectful and i didn't meet jane today; the romanians weren't giving us trouble and the southern covens were generally at peace...
That night, I went back to my chamber silently, climbing into bed. I closed my eyes and listened to the chirp of the cicadas, felt the warm glowing candles cast its flickering shadow upon my eyelids. Around half an hour later, I heard the soft creak of my door, the stedy footsteps traveled to the walk in closet, and back out again. I heard the fabric of the heavy velvet robes fall into the closet floor, the door of the wardrobe shut. The footsteps were softer now, presumably he had taken his shoes off. I could hear the familiar sigh, the bed's weight shifted and familiar arm snaked around my waist. I felt his breathe on my neck, his hands holding me tighter.
Turning to face him, I purred and eld onto his form tightly.
" I told you everything would be fine, didn't I?" he whispered, trying to poke fun at my paranoia session that morning.
I nodded into his body, it felt safe once I was with him again. He'd never let anything happen to me, ever.
" No, i wouldn't let anything happen to you," he replies verbally. Sometimes I loved his mind reading alot, because I never had to open my mouth for him to already have the thing i wanted waiting at my feet.
I could feel his smug smile as I let him know my thoughts.
We didn't sleep, we didn't need to, but we felt that night was a quiet time we reserved for each other. I pushed him onto the bed before climbing onto his body, then I placed my head on his chest, feeling his arms once again snake around my back like safety belts. I placed my hands on his shoulders.
Several times in the night i sat up, feeling distraught, and each time i would be pulled back by a pair of strong arms.
But the last time i woke up, I smelt smoke.