“I live very far from here, very far indeed, and I must set out tomorrow for home. There is no escaping it. I’ve only this one night. Even if a way to stay were found, I’d not be able to see you again. Not ever. You of all people must understand inescapable rules.” Kris pulled at his hair, frustrated. If only he could tell Harry the truth!
For a strange reason, the only thing that had occurred to pop into the prince’s mind was ‘Asgard’. The strangest of places but the only one that had come to mind was that one. “Yea, I understand, but why?” Hal asked rather recklessly, always one to want some answers, or at least not to be left on a hanging edge.
‘Oh, for fuck’s sake!’ Kris clenched his jaw. Fine. Harry wanted answers? Fine, he could have them. “Remember that you asked,” Kris hissed. “Nothing you know of me is truth, Hal. This isn’t even my real appearance. I’m under a spell that turns me male for twenty-four hours, my real name is Summer Rainault, I come from a manor near Dover. My father holds his lands of yours.”
Kris flung himself down against the turf, angry. “And now thou wilt dismiss me thy presence for that I have lied to thee.”
Hal stood up quickly to reach him, Summer, was it? His naive states he obviously knew angered her, some questions faded from his mind. “Summer, nay, twas not thine faults to lie..” He worded carefully, perhaps it was the grayface he had only seen once before. “I should be one for apologies, but if you wish, you may leave.”
“You’re not angry with me? I spent the last hour coming on to you under the falsest of false pretenses, confessed all my lies and challenged your authority, and you’re offering apologies to me.” Kris tangled his hands in his hair and yanked on it. “By’r Lady, Hal,” he groaned, “it’s as if you want me to be in love with you! You amaze me, truly told.”