Arthur was faced with the very end of the flooding season. He knew that he had been pushing it a little bit hard since his heart was spread across Chemois in pieces with his daughter on one side and his son and wife on another.
To get to the Duke's Tower at the tail end of winter was a risk in itself, then returning home when the floods had only just left was an entirely new issue altogether. Each time his horse had to jump over a lower point full of water, he knew he ought to be diligent in the path forward. To break his horse's ankle due to his need to see his wife was a death sentence for the animal.
As much as there was friction in his life with Rochelle since their daughter went off to be an apprentice, in her arms was still his home. The life he created with her would always be there. He felt almost giddy.
A man this size feeling giddy. The thought caused him to shake his head at how ridiculous he knew he was being.
