“Huh?” Isla raised a brow, “Then where are we- OH!” She yelped when he swept her up into his arms, cradling her as he carried her away from their friends. Her heart melted, lingering on the name he had called her. Mrs. Anireth. It sounded unreal. It was unreal.
Her questions of where she was being taken went unanswered, but she did not seem to mind too much once they entered the carriage. Alone. Torn between excitement of their mysterious destination and being a wife had left her unable to keep her hands to herself and she spent the entirety of their short journey in his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck.
She peeked through the window of the carriage as it slowed to a halt, her eyes beaming the instant she recognized the words on the building. “You did not!” She hugged him tightly before releasing him so that he could lead them inside. The room was decorated, but still so Bess. Every inch of it was perfect. Food and drinks waited for the guests of honor to arrive. The cake?
How the hell was he able to pull off something so lavish with so little notice? Isla wondered.
She released the grip she held on Lynus’ hand when Bess strolled over and threw her arms around Isla. “Hello, Dearie!” She squished her insides with the force of her hug. Without the hesitation Isla may have offered anyone else, she wrapped the older woman tightly. “Come on, come on. Get on up there and cut the cake!” She ordered the pair of them when she released Isla, gesturing to the beautiful cake at the center of the room.
“Shall we?” She reached for Lynus to drag him along to where they were ordered. Her eyes never left Lynus as they approached, friends gathering closer to watch their special moment. “Promise not to smash it into my face, Bear.” Something twinkled in her eyes as they both reached for the silver knife, its handle carved with the same ivy that decorated the cake itself. She intertwined their fingers, allowing Lynus to guide them. With a soft press down, they cut into the cake and their little group erupted into applause and another round of cheers. For Isla, it all faded into the background, replaced by the rapid beating of her own heart as she lifted the slice of cake and fed it to him…and smashing it into his face before he could push her hand away.
With a laugh, she scooped the icing off of his face and licked it off her fingers before sauntering away to load a plate full of food. The table was a lavish display, overflowing with trays of roasted meats and vegetables that glistened under the candlelight. Freshly baked bread, golden and crusty, was arranged beside wheels of cheese, fruits, and pastries. It was a feast that was definitely fit for the Prince. But as Isla drew closer, the rich aromas hit her at once in an overwhelming assault on her senses. She hesitated for a moment, looking back to Lynus as her stomach twisted in protest and nausea rose in her throat.
Something about the texture of roasted lamb was too much to bear. She wrinkled her nose and grabbed two pieces of the crusty bread, a pastry, and a handful of fruit whose vibrant colors had called out to her. Except the melon. Its sliminess grossed her out and she dropped that back onto the plate it was previously placed on. With her pathetic plate, she made her way to the table and waited for Lynus to join her while she mostly stabbed the fruit with her fork.
Her questions of where she was being taken went unanswered, but she did not seem to mind too much once they entered the carriage. Alone. Torn between excitement of their mysterious destination and being a wife had left her unable to keep her hands to herself and she spent the entirety of their short journey in his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck.
She peeked through the window of the carriage as it slowed to a halt, her eyes beaming the instant she recognized the words on the building. “You did not!” She hugged him tightly before releasing him so that he could lead them inside. The room was decorated, but still so Bess. Every inch of it was perfect. Food and drinks waited for the guests of honor to arrive. The cake?
How the hell was he able to pull off something so lavish with so little notice? Isla wondered.
She released the grip she held on Lynus’ hand when Bess strolled over and threw her arms around Isla. “Hello, Dearie!” She squished her insides with the force of her hug. Without the hesitation Isla may have offered anyone else, she wrapped the older woman tightly. “Come on, come on. Get on up there and cut the cake!” She ordered the pair of them when she released Isla, gesturing to the beautiful cake at the center of the room.
“Shall we?” She reached for Lynus to drag him along to where they were ordered. Her eyes never left Lynus as they approached, friends gathering closer to watch their special moment. “Promise not to smash it into my face, Bear.” Something twinkled in her eyes as they both reached for the silver knife, its handle carved with the same ivy that decorated the cake itself. She intertwined their fingers, allowing Lynus to guide them. With a soft press down, they cut into the cake and their little group erupted into applause and another round of cheers. For Isla, it all faded into the background, replaced by the rapid beating of her own heart as she lifted the slice of cake and fed it to him…and smashing it into his face before he could push her hand away.
With a laugh, she scooped the icing off of his face and licked it off her fingers before sauntering away to load a plate full of food. The table was a lavish display, overflowing with trays of roasted meats and vegetables that glistened under the candlelight. Freshly baked bread, golden and crusty, was arranged beside wheels of cheese, fruits, and pastries. It was a feast that was definitely fit for the Prince. But as Isla drew closer, the rich aromas hit her at once in an overwhelming assault on her senses. She hesitated for a moment, looking back to Lynus as her stomach twisted in protest and nausea rose in her throat.
Something about the texture of roasted lamb was too much to bear. She wrinkled her nose and grabbed two pieces of the crusty bread, a pastry, and a handful of fruit whose vibrant colors had called out to her. Except the melon. Its sliminess grossed her out and she dropped that back onto the plate it was previously placed on. With her pathetic plate, she made her way to the table and waited for Lynus to join her while she mostly stabbed the fruit with her fork.
