He was going to fantasise about this later. It was embarrassing and frankly quite irritating to even acknowledge he knew that already, but her little knowing smirk had cemented it for him, never even mind having her hand on his chest. Fucking Merlin, he might as well go back and lock himself in the bedroom right now.
But they were doomed or destined to be friends – an odd pair of friends – so, no, instead Kristoffer slipped down the staircase after her, not quite as sprite-like or as knowing as she – but he’d gotten into enough trouble of his own before to have half a mind for sneaking about.
And being out in the fresh snow and the crisp daylight shook off some of the feeling, which was probably for the best. (Although he could already picture her cheeks and the tip of her nose turning red from the cold and he didn’t know why the hell he should find that prospect endearing but –)
He tramped nearer to her to keep up, and shot her a shit-eating grin. “Well, for now,” he answered with an impertinent raise of his eyebrows. “But it’s your precious Charles whose reputation is really in danger,” he challenged, happy enough to go along with her grand idea for their little morning adventure, even if it did put pressure on him to actually prove himself a match for some bloody horse. Was he going to make a complete fool of himself in front of Poppy today? That wasn’t ideal, but... he supposed he was committed to it now.
But they were doomed or destined to be friends – an odd pair of friends – so, no, instead Kristoffer slipped down the staircase after her, not quite as sprite-like or as knowing as she – but he’d gotten into enough trouble of his own before to have half a mind for sneaking about.
And being out in the fresh snow and the crisp daylight shook off some of the feeling, which was probably for the best. (Although he could already picture her cheeks and the tip of her nose turning red from the cold and he didn’t know why the hell he should find that prospect endearing but –)
He tramped nearer to her to keep up, and shot her a shit-eating grin. “Well, for now,” he answered with an impertinent raise of his eyebrows. “But it’s your precious Charles whose reputation is really in danger,” he challenged, happy enough to go along with her grand idea for their little morning adventure, even if it did put pressure on him to actually prove himself a match for some bloody horse. Was he going to make a complete fool of himself in front of Poppy today? That wasn’t ideal, but... he supposed he was committed to it now.
