Her sadness is the comfort that blankets him in the cold nights of insecurities....
Her tears are what fill his glass.. Ensuring that he does not parish of thirst..
Her screams are the music keeping him from his own self destruction..
Every scar and bruise left by him are the marks of his love and devotion.., as well as the hatred he has for her beauty...
His anger towards her is the frustration he holds from another who left..
Her patience paved the way for his mistreatment...
His impatience made her wish she was dead..
Her first death caused him to change... But only for a short time..
Her first born brought him more jealousy..
His jealousy stole her first born..
She tried to break away.., but the pain held her back.. Alone and confused.. No where to go.. No one to care.. No one to help..
Her second death..
Her later success brought him back.. She tried to push him away.., he came back anyways..
Her second soon to be born drove him insane.. She would not give her up.. So he put her in chains..
Her second born, stolen with out even a kiss goodbye..
Her third death..
Her fourth death..
His affairs kept him distracted.. She broke her chains and fled. She grabbed everything she could and left..
Her new love, her sword and shield. Her gold which mended the cracks in her heart and filled them with warm golden love.
Her third born.. Born free and on the land. Shielded and protected from the evil that stole the first two..
Her heart.. Mended.. But still empty.. Somewhat full, but only a half way full..
Her body, falling apart at the age of 23.. Disabled and in agony every day..
Her mind.. Forever scarred from her first love's torment.. But not broken.
Her oldest offspring. Kidnapped.. Scared and alone.. She still fights for them in the shadows..
Her youngest.. Hidden and safe.. Waiting for their return..
She is a warrior.. With her man by her side, and a fire in her soul. She will never give up. She will never give in.