Chapter 2

Standing in the doorway to Jaenelle's sitting room, Daemon watched silently as his wife read the tangled

web she had created. As a Black Widow himself, Daemon knew the importance of concentration while

reading a web. A loss of concentration could mean a slip into the Twisted Kingdom, a place he knew all to

well.

As he watched his wife there was a bit of sorrow in Daemon's heart. She was over fifty now, the gray now

showing at her temples and wrinkles appearing on her face. Jaenelle was not one of the long-lived races, he

knew that she would age before him, that she might die before he began to really even look old. He had

known all this, but it made seeing it no easier. He still loved her as much as he ever had, he would still

willingly give his life to save hers, but it was hard to see the one he loved so much, the mother of is son,

grow old.

After a few moments, Jaenelle looked up, and after her eyes refocused to the real world, not the one of

dreams and visions that she had just be in, she smiled at her husband. Standing, she walked to him and

kissed his lips. "Hello Daemon."

Daemon could only smile back at her for a bit while he wrapped his arms around her. "Hello Jaenelle," he

mumrmered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. Pulling back a bit, he looked into her eyes. "Lady

Kristin came to see me today."

Jaenelle pulled back and went to sit in a nearby chair. "I knew that she was coming to see you. Is anything

wrong?"

Sitting beside his wife, Daemon took one of her hands in his. "She said that a girl had come to her

attention, one that needed training in Craft." He paused for a moment, "I want you to train her Jaenelle."

She stood and went back to her web. "I've seen things here I don't understand. I new struggle, a new

solution. A new enemy, a new friend. I don't understand it, but there are times when the Darkness does not

wish us to understand, not until we are ready." She turned and Witch looked at Daemon through sapphire

eyes. "I will teach her. She will bring answers."