Refuge: Fantasy

You have been a refuge for me, he whispered next to her sleeping ear, but all good things must end, as you yourself told me at the beginning. The time has come for this to end, too, before my refuge's walls are stormed by the enemy, before its treasures are taken, its knowledge destroyed, and its people conquered. He slipped the small knife out of his boot-sheath and held it against her neck. In her sleep, she smiled and murmured a bit, turning her head towards him. He felt the brush of her petal-soft skin against his hand and for a moment, he hesitated. Then he bent to kiss her one last time. Her lips softened beneath his. Her eyelids began to flutter--

Inspiration: "Refuge" - Matisyahu
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Meh. So trite....