Her eyes grew heavy with his words, and she sighed, rolling to the side, back to him. She was warm enough with his radiating heat at her back. Half curling up, arms folded in front of her, her eyes slid shut. She was out quickly, hair splayed out around her head in a gold and auburn halo, her top already hiking up near her midriff, leaving her lower belly bare. In her sleep, she snuggled back towards him, unconsciously seeking his heat.<br/><br/>She began to dream eventually, of castles, and dresses, hidden books and even more hidden rituals. Of pleasure and terror, of life slipping, and claws raking. She whimpered softly in her sleep, curling tighter in a ball. She had this dream often, though she never remembered.<em>Screams, dying calls, rushing men, and hastily sewn skin. Trials, fire, gasp for air.</em>"No..." Despite the fire in her dream, she pressed further towards his comforting warm.<em>"Please! Do not do this! Do not forsake me! Have I not healed your children, wives?" Useless screams tore from her throat, weakening as she felt her senses begin to fade. "Help me, please..."</em>