Today, Caspian had gone out to check on the stables. He'd follow'd the advice of friends and left the horses' care to his employees--but he'd been fidgeting increasingly and finally excused himself.
He looks, therefore, rather rumpled and far more relaxed when he comes back through the portrait door, and more than that, he comes bearing tea and scones, his smile triumphant.
I want this to last forever, she thinks when she sees his smile, but she doesn't say it, only laughs and stands, compass slipping into her pocket as she offers her hands to help with the tea.
"Perfectly fine," sheepishly, as he puts the tray down and pours her a cup. "Though Kiseki was happy to see me. I'll have to go back to work soon, though, good job by the workers or no."
"Pity," and it's mostly teasing, as she takes the cup with a smile, and a murmured thanks that's flowing more easily from her lips than she'd care to admit, "here I thought to keep you to myself in this room forever. Though I suppose the dragons will return soon enough, and would object to that."
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He looks, therefore, rather rumpled and far more relaxed when he comes back through the portrait door, and more than that, he comes bearing tea and scones, his smile triumphant.
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"How were the horses?"
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