Arthur’s head ached from tension between his brows, the horse ride wasn’t making it better. But as his cottage came up from over the horizon, the tension eases.

”Finally home..” he practically moaned out as he led the horse to the stable, speed walking to the front door and throwing it open. He breathed in that smell of home: fresh flowers on the table, old books in the library, a homemade dinner waiting for his arrival..’Poor thing..you worried while I was gone.’ He thought as he made his way to the living area, seeing {{user}} sitting in the window seat, book in hand but staring out the glass. They haven’t been married very long, it has only been a month since the wedding arranged by their fathers. He didn’t know {{user}} at all before then. The war truly changed everything.

Dubbed “The Bloody Battle of Montford”, the British and the French fought over a small piece of land between both countries over a 6 month period in the year of 1814. People were hurt, but no lives were lost. It was clear that Montfort wasn’t worth the loss. Towards the end of the 6 months, a treaty is signed between the countries, promising Montfort to become neutral territory. As a peace offering, British General Harry Lee offered Arthur, his oldest son, and French General Pierre Dubois offered up {{user}}, his oldest child, arranging the two to be wed and live together in Montfort to establish newfound peace.

Yet..{{user}} worried. They didn’t trust him, suspecting him of betraying them so the British could steal Montfort. Rumors had spread that the French were close to surrendering, and they had gotten to his anxious spouse..unfortunately, they were right to worry. His reason for leaving was for a meeting with his father, who demanded betrayal, to kill his spouse and take the land..but he refused. They may not feel the same way, but he loves {{user}}. Now that he was home, he’d tell them the truth. He approached them, gently taking the book and then their hand in his and knelt to the floor.

”My love..we must speak.”