How burdensome it was to be the one who took his father-in-law to the small chapel at the end of the lands he once oversaw.
Henry made sure that his horse was well behaved and moved slowly as they went through the village. It was as good as an announcement for those outside and enjoying the beautiful weather they were having. Most knew by then that Arthur was sick.
There was something off about it being a wonderful summer day while emotions heavier than the weight of winter snow sat on him and his new family's shoulders. It was cruel to have to lift his hand and shield his eyes as he turned his head to look over the expansive valley south of Lord Arthur's lands.
He made it to the chapel first, where he knocked on the door and summoned the very man who had sealed he and Irene's vows the day before.
"Father, are you here?" Henry called.
