Samia fought diligently trying to keep them out of the palace. Or better yet, the cold palace. This was Sut's home. She couldn't let them ruin it.
Despite how strongly she fought, her eyes never went dry. The tears kept flowing out uncontrollably. This was all her fault.
It was her carelessness that led to this point in their life. She plugged the sword into the demon's heart and took a much-needed breath.
Her eyes closed as she began to chant. She created a protective barrier around the entire palace. Her blood mixed with tears and sweat from the rigorous activity of defending her lover's home.
***
A few hours ago.
Samia sat on a tree branch feeling bored out of her wits. The past few months have been weighing heavily on her mind.
Sut was hardly available to entertain her. Although she had yet to forgive him, he was the only one around she could rely on.
