She held her head high, pretending to be arrogant, and placed her fingertips in his palm. “Shall we be great nobles?” she murmured, eyes twinkling with a mischievous light long missing.
“I think we could be whatever we wanted to be.” He grinned, trying to keep up the presence of being someone he wasn’t, but the smiles just kept on coming with ease now that he was with her once more.
With him bearing her hand, they processed toward the door, pretending to be regal — until she tripped on the hem of her dress and almost fell over. Giggling, she reeled into him, and one of the guards at the door hurried to catch her, only stepping back when it was clear Isaac had her. The guard gave Isaac a grave nod and said, “Take care of our lady, milord.”