the Tale of Sir Isaac

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iamthefirechild:

His eagerness made her laugh. “It’s really not far.” She let him pull her up, then tugged him by the hand through the near-darkness to a curtained alcove next to the fireplace. Brushing the curtains back, she revealed another, smaller room, mostly filled with bed. A heavy wooden door appeared to lead outside, and a small fireplace shared the chimney with the other room, lending this one a slight warmth.

Eyeing her with an unconcealed adoration, Isaac simply nodded and smiled, eagerly allowing her to lead the way, shivering a little as the bare soles of his feet pressed against the frigid flooring. As they approached the room, his eyes widened in surprise, casting their surroundings an appreciative glance as he wrapped his arms around Summer’s waist. “Mmm, I think I could just hide away with you in here forever.”

She flung the covers on the huge bed back, still dragging him, and pulled him in with her. “I think we would get hungry … ” she murmured, burrowing under the furs and blankets. One slim hand flashed out from beneath the pile and felt around for Isaac, before she poked her face out. “It’s warm under here.”

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