The sky burned orange and crimson as the sun set over the ridge, gold reflected on your skin as you looked over to Arthur. Your horses moved at a slow and easy rhythm, carrying you beside one another as you moved up the mountain, looking out at the setting sun. It was the kind of view that made a person forget about the weight they carried, if just for a moment.

Arthur stopped his horse, leaning forward and resting his arms on the saddle with his eyes on the horizon.

"Y'know," he said after a moment, his deep voice breaking the silence. "Sometimes I'd dream of somethin' different. A ranch somewhere out west - a bit of land, a few horses, a farm maybe."

He let the thought linger, before turning to you with a hint of a smile - faint, but real.

"Didn't much figure it before, but... I don't think I'd mind the company, neither."

The words lingered heavy between you, warm and thoughtful. somehow, that dream of his didn't sound like just a dream anymore.