Summer hesitated, unsure of the right thing to do, but Cora’s voice came warm and faintly amused in her ear.
“Go on. Just be sure you’re back by the fourth bell.”
Summer turned slightly to look at her, noticing the faint wistfulness underlying her encouragement, and caught the prince’s glance over the princess’ shoulder. He made a shooing gesture with one hand. Turning back to Isaac, she stretched up on her toes and kissed him, hard. Around them, the crowd exploded into cheers.
Isaac followed the interaction with wide eyes, praying that both Derek and Cora would allow them this moment to be together. Isaac had entered that battlefield today praying to survive and believing that he wouldn’t, knowing for certain that had the outcome not been what he’d desired, he would have fallen with his last thoughts being of Summer.
Pleasantly distracted by the deep and passionate kiss, his fingers twitched before moving to bury themselves in her hair, working some strands loose as he let out a pleased little sigh.
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.”