Summer hadn’t gone far, absorbed in a tapestry that had caught her eye. One hand on the wall to steady herself, she touched the threads gently with the other, tracing the figures stitched on the fabric. Half-consciously she slowly rotated the strained ankle, foot lifted up behind herself.
Henry saw her against the wall, looking at a tapestry and he stepped up towards her and smiled.
“It is beautiful, is it not?” he asked her and she jumped slightly, turning, Henry out of instinct – once more – raised his arms to catch her.
It was fortunate that he did, for Summer tried to put her weight on her strained ankle, which unsurprisingly refused to hold her. “Highness!” she gasped, clutching his arms while she found her footing. “Once again you come to my rescue. I begin to think you plan these encounters!” She teased, laughing up into his face. “When you did not come to the library I was certain the business of government overwhelmed you.”