Late summer, 1390

[tiltingwithlips]

It's been a tense few days.

Margaret, for all her patience, made it clear that Kate was not going to be negotiating with the Douglas again, and Kate can't say that she objects. She just wishes there were something, anything she could do to help. As it is, she spends a great deal of time pacing, riding, reading -- or at least staring at books. Rereading Harry's letter.

The sun is on the way down towards the horizon, the shadows lengthening, as she makes another round of the castle's courtyard.

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[tiltingwithlips]

Kate rolls her eyes and comes forward to takes his hand.

"What sort of soldier art thou?"

[valiantrebel]

"A heartsick one in need of my wife's sweet nothings! I've been in Scotland, my love. I'm in great need of coddling."

[tiltingwithlips]

"Thou'rt a wretch," Kate says, rolling her eyes, and moves closer to kiss him.

On the cheek.

That's coddling, right?

[valiantrebel]

Only if he doesn't move.

Then it's a kiss on the lips!

[tiltingwithlips]

!!!, says Kate, more or less.

[valiantrebel]

Harry grins against her mouth. "Wilt thou strike again?"

[tiltingwithlips]

"I think thou merit'st it," she mutters, before kissing him again.

[valiantrebel]

"Most likely."

So he might as well progress to a two-hands-on-the-face kiss.

"What else should I merit, mm?"

[tiltingwithlips]

"Nothing that I shall give thee out in the hall for all to see."

[valiantrebel]

"How fortunate we are! The bedroom is at hand." He loops both hands about her waist. "Unless we must talk more first."

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate purses her lips and loops her arms around his neck.

"I'll have more to say to thee, have no doubt."

[valiantrebel]

"Say... with words?"

Fair warning, if he starts with words, he'll not stop for at least a month.

[tiltingwithlips]

Flat look.

"Yes."

Harry, you're a pig.

. . . But an attractive pig.

[valiantrebel]

Her attractive pig.

Wait, no, not pig, heroic returning warrior!

Who's playing with her hair?

Maybe they can multitask.

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate presses up against him and tries to steer him towards the bedroom.

There are better places to be!

[valiantrebel]

So. There. Are.

Harry lets himself be guided.

"Now I might promise thee a fortnight."

[tiltingwithlips]

"Wilt thou last so long?"

[valiantrebel]

"Have you so little faith in your husband?"

[tiltingwithlips]

"I have all the faith in the world in thee."

[valiantrebel]

That's not such a bad thing to hear.

Or to steal a kiss over.

"I missed thee."

He means that.