A freewrite

My feet dangle over the edge of a cliff. I gaze out over the landscape as I watch the setting sun. Behind me, my troops are setting up camp. We press onward to the East, to fight for our king. The road ahead is long, and we have traveled far. The road ahead is long, but we shall march it quickly, for our pride and success as warriors depends on it. We have traveled far, but even still I look toward our homeland, and my thoughts once more turn to my newborn son. I long to cradle him in my arms. I wish to run away from this life of pride and glory, to live humbly with my family, to take my son and husband with me far from kings and war and to disappear into the country to live our lives as farmers. But I cannot. The shame of it would stain my ancestors and descendants as far as anyone could remember. The betrayal would poison my king's trust for the rest of his life. My duty as a general is simply too great to allow the desires of my secret heart to take shape.
A messenger informs me that my tent is prepared. I set my thoughts aside and retire for the evening.