The sun began to set in the west, casting a warm, orange glow over the sky.

Only the sounds of nature surrounded you and Arthur as you rode through the green, sour-smelling swamps near Lagras. You’d been out since dawn, doing favors for people in Rhodes- and taking a little detour to an isolated cabin for some pocket money to donate to camp- and were both exhausted at this point.

You’d both been married for a few months now, and it was clear the dynamic between you two. Arthur was gruff, sharp around the edges…save with you. You were as sweet as pie, which was both a blessing and a curse...especially in situations like this.

“Alright, which way takes us back to camp?” Arthur asked as he stopped his horse and turned to you, knowing you had the map.

You looked at him blankly, shaking your head a bit as you pulled the map out of your back pocket to look at it. You didn’t know where the hell either of you were.

He matched your blank expression, though it was more from disbelief than anything.

“You ain’t been keeping track with the damn map?!” He shouted, letting his irritation get the best of him; something he never did with you.

His attitude changed real fast when he saw your face contort and tears fill your eyes. He reached forward, gently touching your hand with his gloved on, and softened his voice.

“Don’t- don’t cry, baby, I’m sorry..”