She blushed hotly. “That’s the sweetest thing you have ever said to me.” She felt as though she could stay there forever, listening to his heartbeat and being held, or as if no time was passing while they sat there.
“Yeah? I’ll make sure to say things like that more often then, especially if you blush like that,” he teased her and ran his thumb across her scarlet cheeks, rocking her gently in his arms. He wanted to hold her like this forever, and while he was painfully aware of all the planning they had to do, he was quite content to linger here with her for as long as was possible.
The shadows shifting through the glass eventually brought her head up, seeking out his eyes in the falling dusk. At the edge of the glass room, a servant fixed a torch to the wall by the entrance. “Will you dine with me, my lord?” Summer asked softly, a slight smile on her mouth, remembering their first meeting. She was sure he would object, as usual, to the term she insisted on using.