Author's note: my computer has crashed so this was written and posted from my iPhone please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors. Spell check is my best friend and I greatly miss it at the moment...
My Dove?
Sarah laughed as Iain came up from behind her and kissed her temple. Wondering lightly at the nausea that knifed through her stomach when his lips had touched her before chalking it down as nervous love jitters. The wedding was next week after all. She set her needlework down covering it with her hands to hide how poor it was. Sarah didn't want to disappoint him when he saw that hers was so bad. Almost as if she'd never done it before, but needlework was what Ladies did, Iain said so.
"How are you today, my dove?" the corner of Sarah's eye twitched as he asked this.
Sarah reached up and rubbed at it absently as she smiled at him, "I am well. I saw the Unseelie diplomate leave… Will they aid us?"
"No... But I've not come to speak of the war with you, much too big a matter to discuss with one so delicate."
Sarah smiled at him even as her hands curled into white knuckled fists without her notice. It was some minutes into Iain's commentary on what their evening plans would be, which Sarah was sorry to hear would be another feast and dance, that Sarah became aware she'd lost the feeling in her fingers. She looked down at them, in no small form of amazement, to see that they were clenched so tight as to render her fingers completely bloodless. She straighten them and flexed them out several times to get the blood flowing again. Wincing at the pins and needles prickling in her fingers, she glanced up at him as Iain growled.
"What is it, my Lord?"
"Nothing, my dove… The Goblin King's spells still have a hold of you, why else would your body react as it does to my presence? You are enthralled with his hate for me. There should be no rebellion, you should love me body, heart and soul..."
She smiled sadly at her fiancée as he continued to glare at her hands. The Goblin King had ruined so much. He'd taken her memories, and done things to her that no one would speak of with her in the room. She'd heard snippets of things, of spells cast on her and how somethings had a hold of her still. Everyone feared the Goblin King, it was why no one was willing to aid them in the war against him, but Iain still fought for her. She was so lucky to have someone that loved her as Iain did. He threw himself out of his chair in disgust, the door to her parlor rattling in its frame as it slammed behind him. She didn't know what more she could do than stand as a pillar of comfort beside him and do her best to love him.
Sarah turned back to her needlework with a sigh as she rubbed at the ache in her chest. She glanced down to see what area she needed to unpick and start again. Her eyes widened as her heart sped up. She couldn't fathom nor remember when she'd done it. Silent tears began to fall even as a subconcious smile pulled at the corners of her mouth while she started to unpick the small and simplistic, single line stitches of the words, "they lie. You don't belong here."