She shook her head. There was a small amount of fear in her blue eyes. "I'm not leaving my children. Not willingly. If you want me drowned then you'll have to drag me to the shore yourself and I'll be kicking and screaming the whole way."

There was, of course, still the entire prospect of being forced to live as a second priority. The woman that Vickon would only come to when his real wife could no longer entertain him. That wasn't all bad she supposed, maybe their nights together would become less frequent. However, it still wasn't the marriage she had dreamed of as a kid. It never would be. If Aemma had no children and it was just her she would have chosen death. But it wasn't and she wanted to have a say, however small it may be, in the people that her children would grow to become.