Chase rode out in the lead this morning feeling the need not to see rows of horses’ asses and carriages in front of him. He was in some grand parade that went on too far and too long. He knew long ago how far the Castle of Thulle was from their seas side home. He studied the maps, he followed the plotted route. He was also aware of all the things they had to bring. Lists and lists of dowry and gifts and things his sister needed. But having it in your head and then managing the days and days of the slow moving caravan were two different things.
Chase longed to press his heels against his favorite mare Storm and just gallop ahead. He could get there and spend half a season waiting for the others to catch up. But of course he couldn’t. He was the son, admittedly not the favorite but one none the less, of Lord Reismen Corecia. More importantly to him at least he was the brother and escort of Lady Alyia Rydain Corecia, his sister.
This show was about her. This circus of things and people was all about two houses tying together through blood and marriage. She was the important piece and he had to get her there. He snickered at the thought because if it were up to him he would have ditched half this crew and put her on his horse and just gotten her there. But it wasn’t up to him.
The last few days he had begun to realize his sister was not at all in the hurry he was. She would never see her home again. She might never be surrounded by her people that she had won affection from because of her simple softness and caring smiles. He could feel that Alyia was worried about what her new family would think of her. Was she too small to bare the pains of childbirth? Was she too fragile for the colder northern winters?
Neither Chase nor Alyia or anyone of their immediate family had ever been to the Northern Hills of the Thulle clan. But their father needed allies in the north. As the King began to shift through his loyal holdings Lord Corecia’s name came up more than once because of questionable actions. Factions grew among the Lords. Although Chase was not privy to all the details he knew his father was sitting upon a fence deciding which side to place his feet. This marriage was the Kings tightening hold. Thulle’s Hills were hard fighting loyal king subjects.Chase was not so sure this changed his father’s place at all. He had other children to spread out among the different houses. But still, he had made a grand show of the whole affair, as was apparent by this slow crawling endless line of carriages and horses.
Chase slowed and looked back making sure the massive amounts of things still followed. After days along the warm summer coast they had turned inland and north. The sun did not hit as hard and the hills began to raise and fill with larger trees. Chase found the transformation amazing. He enjoyed the travel, just not the pace. He could see mountains rise in the background as the foothills rose in front of them. The bounty of summer was finding its over flowing fill as fields were harvested. Chase could feel the sea warm winds at his back even though they were days and days behind. And he could taste the coolness of crisp green mountain air ahead. Chase stopped Storm with just a light tug and sat looking over the view. He thrilled in the newest of this land. He just wished he could explore it faster and not dragging all this behind.