ETAN
He rode for hours—not at pace. Once his horse had spent his pent-up energy, they continued at a more leisurely pace. But Etan barely saw the beautiful hills and woods, giving his mount rein and trusting him to follow the path. All he could think about was Ayleth, and how he would approach first his own father, then hers.
His father would be horrified, he knew. But willing to try, he thought. His mother would be frightened. But he was fairly sure once they got over their shock, they would see his vision for the future and help him and Ayleth try to achieve it.
Her parents, however…
What pressure could he bring to bear that would convince them to allow the union? How far would her parents go to stop it?
