Silmariën woke up and looked around the chamber with regret. Sky on the east was already pink in the announcement of the coming day. She would soon have to get up and face the world.
Recently she found comfort only in dream. Her marriage wasn’t happy. Elatan seemed to be perfect gentleman during engagement, but when they started to live together she realized marrying him was worst mistake in her life. Maybe he wasn’t openly brutal or aggressive to her, but sometimes words hurt more than hits. Of course, family was great support for her, she was father’s favorite and he would forgive her a lot, but abandoning husband? Something unthinkable in royalty. Especially now, when she was expecting a child.
But in nights… In night she could be happy. This dreams had started soon after the wedding, when she moved to Elatan’s mansion. Strange woman came to her and spoke comforting words. Silmariën recognized her immediately. Her portrait hung in the hall of Ancestors, among portraits of all descendants of Elros. Tindómiel, first king’s only daughter. She told Silmariën about her unhappy marriage and all lonliness she had to face in her long life. Quickly to the words joined touch, kisses and caresses.
She was only happy in her dreams.