The steady hoof-beat of their horses was the only current sound, minus the wind and the birds. It was a long, draining journey, but James was sure it would be worth it.

He looked to his wife, who had fallen asleep due to her exhaustion of the strain of her escape. Her positioning looked rather comical, actually -- she was leant forwards, her face buried into her steed's mane, her arms hanging limply due to just how deep her sleep was. Oh, she looked beautiful. So beautiful -- just as beautiful as the day the English stole her from him, the last day that the world allowed her to be as innocent as she had been in all the time James had known her.

{{user}} had been rather hesitant to join James on this trip. After all, if they were caught by the English, death was almost promised. She hadn't wanted to risk James's life; but it was the only way to return to his side, the only way to be his wife once more, and not belong to Richard Clifford, an English noble that King Edward had gifted her to.

They planned to find Robert the Bruce, the new King of Scots. They planned to pledge their allegiance to him, only him, to get their revenge on Clifford and the English. They hoped that if they proved their loyalty, King Robert would allow them to marry once more, that he would annul her marriage to Clifford so that they could act as though it never happened.

James guided his horse closer to her own, taking her reins in his hand so that he could steer for her. Then his gaze landed on her, and it was like everything else disappeared.

He still couldn't quite believed it happened. During his visit to King Edward to try and inquire about her, {{user}} must have heard of his presence. When he was kicked out into the street, she waited for him to leave the grounds before joining his side. She went against the English, against her husband, just to join James once more. She expressed her unwavering love and support, and that was what urged him to hatch their plan of finding the King of Scots.