She tangled her fingers with his, tugging him along the dim hallways. One thing that had happened in her melancholy was a considerable amount of wandering, and she was quite familiar with the whole castle. Rounding a corner, she pulled open a door behind a tapestry, and there was her tower room. A table with two chairs was set up before the fire, complete with cozy blankets and candles.
Allowing her to lead the way, he ran his thumb across the back of her hand, tracing her knuckles as he gazed around him, attempting to somewhat memorise the layout of what could be his future home. But that would be for a later discussion — for now, it was time to eat and just enjoy spending time with his wife-to-be. “This looks wonderful…” he breathed out, taking in the flickering flames and the romantic mood that they provided.
For her part, Summer was surprised as well; it was clear that castle servants had been in her rooms, freshening them up from her long self-imposed confinement. Even the fireplace had been cleaned. Advancing slowly into the space, she rested her hand on the back of one of the chairs, bringing her other hand to her mouth. Turning back to Isaac, her eyes shimmered with tears.
“They’re so kind to me here,” she said, voice shaking.