She pulled away a little, to murmur, “This stuff is in my way,” and scrape her nails on the armour. Slowly, she settled back on her heels, looking up at him with a faint blush on her face. Underneath the continuing cheers, she could hear Prince Derek mutter, “Get out of here already.”
“I’ll take it off in a few moments, you have my word,” he vowed and smiled down at her, smoothing her hair back from her face as he tilted his head to the side. Pointedly ignoring the cheers and Derek’s words, he scooped her up into his arms and kissed her once more, before carrying her back to their home.
The veil she’d worn came completely loose from her hair as he lifted her, and kissed her, and she put her arms around his neck with a brilliant smile. She was guiltily grateful that Rafael was nowhere to be seen as Isaac carried her into his house, and busy fingers set to work on the buckles and ties of his armour even before he set her down.