Returning his smile, Summer said, “Yes, of course.” She laid the book aside, rising to give a quick curtsey before approaching Henry. She wanted to throw herself into his arms, but hesitated, instead clasping her hands before her and simply smiling up at him. “Whither you lead, I’ll follow.”
Henry smiled at her and then held out his hand to her, so that they could walk together. All things were prepared in the highest tower, where there was a view of not only the sea but of London town.
He smiled as he brought her closer to him, and he looked at her, “Perhaps you should dress warmly.”
Drawing away, she teased, “Will you not keep me warm … Henry?” Summer hesitated a little before saying his name, and tried to mask it by drawing a furred cloak about her shoulders. She turned back, smiling, and this time flung herself into a hug against him. “Where shall we go?”