"Hyaa!" A dark brown horse galloped speedily through the open pathways of the road, it's hooves hitting the earth with clicking sounds raising dust in its wake.
'Then it is settled Lord Derian, I will marry you...'
'... I would be more than glad to move back to Eringdalle with you.'
Henry's face was extremely dark, it looked like a brewing storm ready to be unleashed upon the earth. His dark hair was flying behind as the wind blew against him with the speed the horse was running.
In order to stop her from going to the Bimmari mountains where she would live a secluded life, he had agreed to have her married to the man who'd come to ask for her hand. That had been his goal from the start, to get her married to someone who knew her worth, who was more than willing to protect her from anything.
And even Henry himself couldn't deny that the man would indeed be capable of giving her the kind of life she deserved.
