Her response wasn’t something Lucan wanted to hear, but he pushed the feeling down anyway “I’m glad to hear that, hopefully he stays that way, though a year with you might drive any man mad.” He laughed, though in his heart he felt pain. He would never be able to compete with the some of a noble house such as the Follards. He was just the son of a farmer, and although he was a knight he had no lands to his name, nor wealth. Lucan would die alone, and childless, his vow would keep him going for the long days to come. Hopefully he could at least ensure the safety of the woman he cared for the most. For awhile he was quiet, Lucan didn’t wish to bother Kamillah with his own feelings on her marriage, he doubted they really mattered at the point. Soon the sun was no longer visible, and soon the rains came. “Damn.” Lucan muttered, he wasn’t expecting the storm to roll in as quickly as it did. They were to stop for the night, but not this early into there journey. “Excuse me for a moment.” He said to his Lady, before riding to the front of the group to speak with guards. “The road will turn to mud soon, the carriage and wagon won’t be able to continue on. We will just have to stop soon.” The guards nod in acknowledgment, before one adds “We’ll keep on the road for awhile long, then find a clearing where we can set up camp for the night.” Lucan is quick to agree, leaving the men and riding back to his position at the side of the carriage.<br/><br/>“It seems we will have to stop sooner then we expected, this might make us a day or so late. I apologize for the inconvenience.” This was typical of Lucan these days. He would still make jokes and occasionally he would smile, but he was no longer the boy she had known before he rode off to war. He embraced his role as a knight and more importantly her most loyal protector, and often he would apologize for things that, while an inconvenience, were out of his control. Perhaps it was simply because he felt like he was a guilty man. In his mind, Lucan was a guilty man and he couldn’t help but blame himself. After some time on the road the storm had truly began to hit, and keeping to the road any longer would ensure the carriage would get stuck. The group headed off the road a ways into a small clearing, that was somewhat protected from the rain by trees. Of course Kamillah had no need to leave her carriage, it was furnished and had a bed that was more comfortable then anything Lucan had slept on, that was for sure. Besides, He didn’t plan on sleeping anyways, while the area they were in was shaded from the rain that didn’t mean it was safe from bandits or wolves.<br/><br/>The carriage driver and the guards set to work on a fire and sat around it, exchanging stories and eventually they got into some of the supplies that were brought along, mainly the ale but food was introduced as well. Lucan stood outside the door to the carriage, where he would probably remain for the night. He wasn’t about to trust a group of men who’d had plenty of drink around one of the, if not the most beautiful women in not only the Seven Kingdoms, but the world. Lucan knocked politely on the door to the wagon to ask “Kamillah, would you like any refreshments?” He realized he must look rather ridiculous, being soaked from the ride. He honestly expected for her to offer some sort of joke, and he would appreciate it. She made him laugh. She made him happy. If only he could just tell her how much she really meant to him! He shook these thoughts from his mind. He could and would never tell her, he didn’t deserve her nor did she want him. Lucan would just have to settle for what they have now, as he doubted it would get any better “And please tell me they are being to loud.” He gestures to the group of men as they laughed and spun tales. He didn’t wish to join them, none of the tales Lucan had were worth telling, nor did he wish to tell them at all.