Thwarted Fruition (Drabble)

“What is it, my love?”

He took her hand, holding it against his cheek.

“I want to ride once more; to fly across the plains as I once could.”

She laughed. “But, what keeps you? You are king. Surely you can do as you like.”

He chuckled. “Would that it was so. However, many are the responsibilities and too great the charge that keeps me here. Perhaps tonight, when all are asleep….”

She smiled as he planned his escape from the heavy mantle of his position. Thus it was every so many weeks; and the plans yet to bear fruit.