Deepening Resentment

Claire lay that night in a crushing embrace that held her close to Ruthivan's chest.  He had been angry with  her yet again, she'd cast a spell on him to bring the worst discomfort and refused to heal him.  Still, he held  her close to  him and heard none of her protests.

She had sworn to get free of the bond that linked them  together, swore to get free of him, and as swiftly as she'd breathed the words, he'd reminded  her that she was  trapped in the house.  The ward that surrounded it, tailor tuned to her own frequencies, keeping her prisoner.  'It  will be there  until you  learn your  place,' he'd said. 'What does that mean?' she asked, unable to even pull away from him enough to look at him. 'As long  as you have to ask, it will be there.'

What  could she do?  Claire  was raising a brood with this... monster.  She hated that she felt a clear  resentment toward  her children  as well. They were half of him, her blood and his own were locked  in them for  eternity - mingled together to never be taken apart.  If she did  find a way out of this place, did she take them and hope to conquer the twisted racist message he'd hammered into them?  Or leave them behind, lost causes to grow  into xenophobic  hatemongers  like the man who was their father?

The final question... getting  out of here.  Her own father had given her to Ruthivan like cattle without  concern over  his angry tendencies.  If he  knew what Ruthivan had done, he would surely free her of the  marriage... but she couldn't go tell him.  Certainly, Ruthivan wouldn't let her. Unless... she  tried to fake everything until he was satisfied in her compliance.

Claire  closed her eyes and brought  back one of the  best memories she had - a picnic behind the cottage - Gilean's face when she brought out the chocolate covered strawberries. She let the warm feelings  spread and when she opened her eyes in the darkness of the bedroom, she noticed a faint purple glow coming from her skin. She would hold the memories  tightly, her flames would  return, and  Ruthivan would  have to slowly  release his  grip. When he did, Claire would take her chance.