A<i>You She’s so beautiful <br/>
</i><br/>That thought crossed Lucans mind every now and then, though each time he would simply force it back into the darkness of his mind. Though he would never express this to her directly, it was clear he would always brighten up when Kamillah was around. A smile graced his pale face, and he played along with her in an attempt to keep their little game going, perhaps out of the selfish desire to keep her, for at least a few moments, to himself. “Apologies, Kamillah. It’s second nature to me at this point. And I’ll have you know that I haven’t carried a shield in years, it slows me down to much.” This statement was very true. Knights in full plate and chain mail dominated the battlefield, and yet they were slow and clunky, utterly rubish if they were fighting multiple opponents or were trapped in tight spaces. That is wh Lucan had taken to wearing a darkened leather set of armor along with scattered bits of chamail. “Are you going to critique me the entire trip?” He said in playfully, before chuckling. It was something he did do often, smile and laugh. He didn’t bother forcing it anymore. He just changed after what he had saw, what he had done during the Rebellion. When Lucan returned, he was a broken man. He still was, though he was getting better at hiding that from  Kamillah. She was the first to notice any real change.<br/><br/>He moved to stand alongside Kamillah and offered his arm to escort her to her specially designed carriage. “We’d better get you into the carriage before the storm hits, don’t want to ruin that fancy dress of yours,<i>my lady</i>.” The last words were said in a mocking tone, before a pleased smile graced his lips. He enjoyed teasing her just as much as she enjoyed teasing him. It didn’t bring sadness to his heart though. This would be the most interaction he’d ever have with any woman. While he wasn’t particularly prevented from taking a wife, he had told Kamillah’s father that he’d put no woman above her. He essentially became a member of the Nights Watch, though he was thankfully not in the cold North. He walked with Kamillah, escorting her to her carriage and he delivered news she most likely wasn’t aware of “We should arrive within a few days time, though the mud may slow us down. I’m to remain with you for as long as you’d need a sworn sword to defend you. He prayed to the Gods that she would never release him. Without her, Lucan had no purpose, and more importantly he wouldn’t have her smile to warm his scarred heart.<br/><br/>After helping her into the carriage, Lucan mounted his horse and rode along side the overglorified wagon and again spoke to Kamillah, who thankfully had a window she could open at any time should she wish to ask something. “I’ll ride alongside you should you need anything at all. We’ll find a place to stop for the night near sunset and we’ll start up again at dawn.” After he finished, he reached into one of the satchels on his horse and handed her a knife. “I don’t like the route we’re taking, but it’s the most expedient and we avoid the Lannister’s.” His tone darkened for a moment as he reiterated what he had told her many times before “If a fight starts up, you run. I’ll hold them off so you can get away.” Secretly he hoped for this turn of events. He’d go out with honor and glory, defending his Lady to his last breath. But this wasn’t a fairytale, and Lucan realized exactly what would-be bandits would do to a beautiful young woman such as herself. That was something he would never let happen to her, and so he had purpose in life. He would keep them both alive if it came down to it, but for now thing would hopefully go smoothly.<br/><br/>“Alright! We’re heading off!” Annocuned the guard riding at the front of the caravan. There four guards in all, along with Lucan. Hopefully there were enough swords to scare of any of the petty criminals. It had been a few minutes into there journey when Lucan asked “How do you feel? About being betrothed? I must say it was rather unexpected when your father first told me. I figured to man could handle you.” Laughter passed his lips, and yet deep down he knew only one truth....<br/><br/><i>“I want nothing more then to make you my wife,  now and forever. Don’t leave me in like this.” <br/>
</i><br/>Again he pushed the thought away, and simply went slight. He’d give her peace and quiet unless she’d rather ask the questions. But about who? Him? He wasn’t worth it.