There was once a time she loved the manor. Now she detested it with every fiber of her being. She hated the dark shadows. The damaged rooms. The hollow cries. But what she despised most was the man who dragged them into this bloody battle.
Many nights she lay awake dreaming of escaping. Once she had even gathered the courage to try. That is until she passed her son's room.
Now, every night she stands at his door listening to his maniacal screams. She had to protect her son and for that reason alone she was willing to surrender everything.
Author's Notes: Another drabble for LJ community 100wordstories. This time the prompt is surrender.