They spiraled into the highest tower, and immediately Summer went to the window, gazing out in amazement. She could see the water, far in the distance, and the city lay spread before her eyes. “God has given us /such/ a world, Henry,” she breathed, turning back to him, smiling. Only then did she notice the feast spread for them. “Oh, Henry!” She clasped her hands together.
Crossing back to him, Summer tucked one hand behind his neck and reached up to kiss him.
He was surprised by her kiss, but did not pull away as she held him, and he pulled down to deepen the kiss even more, the wind that blew around them made him hold against her for warmth.
And he pulled away from her.
“Come, the food will grow cold if we do not eat it quickly.”
“Yes, my lord,” she said, but her voice was light and teasing. Tucking her skirts underneath, she knelt, brushing a hand lightly over the various offerings. “You don’t do things by halves, do you?” Tugging his hand, Summer pulled Henry down with her, tucking herself against his side. She couldn’t stop smiling.