I had just returned home to see Mabon. She had been out adventuring all day. She told me of the places she had gone and the things she had done. She seemed defiant when she told me about her journey to Zul’Farrak with a friend. She grew angry when I told her I knew who she was with. She thought perhaps I was spying on her but I had run into an old friend that said they had seen her traveling with a male warlock. She grew even angrier when I asked if he had protected her. In a rage she told me that the warlock had not done anything. That she had done it all on her own and that she was stronger than ever. I tried to calm her down by telling her I didn’t doubt her skill but she went into another tirade about how everyone is telling her what to do now that she is pregnant and that she’s tired of it.
At this point I knew no matter what I would say she would attack me on it. So I walked over to the balcony and sat down. She came over and sat next to me. I explained to her that her skills are amazing but sometimes skill is not enough for a battle. You have to be prepared for the unexpected. I told her I had made that mistake all too recently. I then told her that I didn’t want to lose her and that I couldn’t stand losing another loved one. Those few words had the opposite effect as I had intended. Her anger was fueled by the comment and thought that I was patronizing her and bringing “her” up in the same breath. Mabon started to cry at this point and explained that she’s tried to understand what’s happened and that she’s tried to remain friends with Laiyne but she couldn’t take it anymore. She started to say something about Laiyne and couldn’t finish her sentence.
I knew she doubted my love for her at this point. I asked her how she could even begin to doubt my love for her and that I married her because I love her and want to be with her. To which she told me that she thought I married her out of “duty” and that I really want to be with “her”. My anger flared at her words. Mabon’s my wife and the mother of my unborn children. How dare she even say such things? She then explained that the “dragons” in her belly are the source of her energy and that since they have been a part of her she’s felt invincible. I walked over to her, took her into my arms, and told her that no matter what she may feel that she was in no way invincible. I held her in my arms and told her again that I could not live without her. She buried her head into my chest and cried away her frustrations.
