Hmm, this wasn't written well, but I like the story behind it...

Amoret and Otus gazed lovingly at each other. Yet something was wrong. There was too much sadness in the glimmer of her dark eyes, too much false hope in his. And there was desperation in the way that they clutched each other's hands, as if they were in the knowledge that the moment they let go they would lose each other forever. And as ridiculous as this sounded while they were in their cosy, warm kitchen, surrounded by the implements of a rich and happy life, there was some terrifying truth in this...
"Oh, Otus, come with me!" Amoret begged her husband, binding her slim fingers tighter round his. She looked pleadingly into his eyes (quite a feat as she had to crane her neck quite a lot in order to meet his gaze).
"I can't, my love, you know I can't" he said, trying to fight back his tears. He had to stay strong. As much as he wanted to go with her, to protect her, he knew that he had to stay behind to keep up the pretences that everything was normal, to ensure that his wife's true location remained hidden, if - when - Borlath's followers decided to come to pay a visit.
Amoret opened her mouth as if to argue, but she knew that whatever she said would come to no use. She had to go to save herself and her child. He had to stay behind. Facts were facts, and they couldn't be changed.
Instead she despairingly flung her arms around him and dug her beautiful yet tear-stained face into his chest. He wound his arms round her sympathetically, and they were so happy like this that both never wanted to let go, to face the uncertain danger of the world outside their bubble of contentment. But their bubble was obliterated by their son's sudden hurried footsteps flying into the room.
"Mother, there is little time!" he announced, panicked. He was used to the numbness that his parent's love for each other could bring: it took them to a place with no people, no surroundings, no negative feelings, and most importantly, no time. Something of which, in reality, they were all running out of.
"Uncle Petrello came. He said that Borlath's men are approaching - fast!" Although the start of his sentence had been said with the same security and happiness that always accompanied his favourite uncle's name, it ended with pure panic and fear as he mentioned his other, far less favourable uncle.
"Yes...Yes, alright." Amoret muttered as she shook herself from her reverie and was flung back into the cruel enormity of reality. She stepped back from Otus, took one last longing look at him, then said
"Come along, Roland" as she extended her hand towards him, smiling as bravely as she could.
"No" Roland said, to his parent's great surprise. Firstly because he was such a quiet, obedient boy who very rarely went against his elder's wishes. But more obviously because of the actual, devastating connotation of his response.
"What are you talking about? We have to go" Amoret said, her voice noticeably on the verge of breaking.
"No. I'm staying here. With father. He needs me. You'll be fine with Uncle Amadis on your own"
"Roland - no!" Otus commanded in a deep, resounding voice that Roland would have usually obeyed without further question. But not today.
"I have to, father. You know I'm right" he retaliated calmly. His father was about to refuse him again, but all conversation was frozen by the recognisable sound of horse's hooves thudding upon the ground in the distance, disturbing the peaceful hush of the forest which bordered their castle, which Otus had built himself.
"We don't have time. Roland - please" Amoret begged, fresh tears burning down her cheeks, as she clasped his hand.
"No." He said. "I'm so sorry, mother. But this is the right thing to do, I know it" He said determinedly. She was about to protest when there was a terrifyingly overwhelming crash as the horses suddenly smashed their way through the trees that had before provided such a protective ring around their home.
"My love, you must go now, before it is too late. Do not fear: I shall take good care of Roland. Trust me" Otus said, his eyes burning into hers. It broke his kindly heart to commit his own beloved son to an uncertain, perilous future, but it was either just his wife, or both of them, and he knew which he would choose every time. Amoret nodded. She hated this as much as he did, but she did trust him, with her life. With more than her life.
And so it was that, with a heavy heart, she took her precious mirror in her hand, and, before she used it allowed herself one last glance at her family. A glance which tore a hole in her heart so torturously painful that she felt she would die and her head was only filled with the devastating whispers of tragedy. Because, at that glance, she knew that she would never see her family again…