Seen, Not Heard

"Father!" Soleia stilled. A lifetime of obedience under her father's domineering thumb was not so quickly extinguished, but her mind was wracked with worry for Reitan's situation. With every passing second, Orion's back grew smaller in the distance, until he was swallowed by the tall trees. 

Soleia felt her heart sink. Her husband didn't even give her a backward glance. Orion had not heard her call for him. 

Despondent, she couldn't help but recall the scene of his return three years ago. So much has changed, but some things remained the same. Back then, he and his men had also rode into Drankenmire without a care. 

Now, Soleia could only hope that Orion would keep his promise. Reitan was a weak rider; perhaps he could catch up with him. Perhaps Orion was riding so quickly so he could find him sooner. 

That thought made Soleia calm slightly. She had to trust him. What was a marriage without trust? They had already come so far from their disastrous start.