{"id":4137,"date":"2014-10-03T20:48:01","date_gmt":"2014-10-03T20:48:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/10\/03\/the-tale-of-sir-isaac-171\/"},"modified":"2014-10-03T20:48:01","modified_gmt":"2014-10-03T20:48:01","slug":"the-tale-of-sir-isaac-171","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/10\/03\/the-tale-of-sir-isaac-171\/","title":{"rendered":"the Tale of Sir Isaac"},"content":{"rendered":"

lycanthropelahey<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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He needn\u2019t have bothered \u2014 she turned her head sharply at the sound of a horse crashing through the undergrowth. They reined in, and both Isaac and Summer could see the rider was Greenberg. Quietly, sensing that their romantic interlude was about to be interrupted, Summer crossed back to Isaac\u2019s side, taking his hand in hers.<\/p>\n

“The Prince,” Greenberg gasped, leaning over the horse\u2019s neck, “come back to camp \u2014 messenger from the castle \u2014 for you both \u2014 “<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Their tender, intimate moment was ruined by a hard shattering of sound, hoofs snapping twigs and branches as they stampeded through the forest. Whirling around and grabbing at the small dagger hidden in his belt (his actual sword was attached to Buttons), he gently nudged Summer to stand behind him, his eyes wide with curiosity.<\/p>\n

“Who\u2019s the — Greenberg?” His jaw dropped and colour drained from his face. “How urgent is it?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“Prince says,” Greenberg sucked in a harsh breath, “right away please.” Which meant two minutes ago, really, Summer knew. Prince Derek didn’t often say ‘please’, and when he did it actually meant a command. “Go back and tell him we’re right behind you,” she said, snatching up her skirts so she could run back to their picnic. Old habits were too ingrained in her to leave the blankets there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

lycanthropelahey: iamthefirechild: He needn\u2019t have bothered \u2014 she turned her head sharply at the sound of a horse crashing through the undergrowth. They reined in, and both Isaac and Summer could see the rider was Greenberg. Quietly, sensing that their romantic interlude was about to be interrupted, Summer crossed back to Isaac\u2019s side, taking his … Continue reading the Tale of Sir Isaac<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,9,24],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4137"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4137"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4137\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4137"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4137"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}