Peter’s eyes come up and blink at his wife in confusion. She isn’t looking at him, focused on something outside the carriage. Before he can question it she leans forward, banging her hand against the wall of the carriage next to his head.
“Stop the carriage!”
The carriage slides to a halt and the driver looks down in confusion. “Milady?”
“I will be right back.” She throws herself out of the carriage, uncaring if her husband decides to follow her, as she does most things. She hears his footfalls behind her as she rounds the corner, revealing the blindingly white monstrosity of a house.
“What the hell is this?”
“I don’t know,” Kate admits, glee slipping into her voice. “Isn’t it glorious?”
“Not the word I would use,” Peter sighs, before reaching for her arm. “We shouldn’t trespass on someone else’s property.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t think there’s anyone home. This is a summer home if nothing else.”
“Still,” Peter’s tone is firmer, and she rolls her eyes as she steps back and nods.
“Fine. We’ll go back to the carriage.”
“Thank you.” She turns with him, slipping her arm in his, but glancing over her shoulder one last time with a grin.
“Would you build me something that dramatic if I asked you to?”
He raises an eyebrow. “And what makes you think it was built for love?”
“Have you seen it? That’s probably the only reason it was built.” She smirks a bit. “You did not answer my question.”
He rolls his eyes a bit, before shaking his head. “No. Not without a great deal of editing.”
She laughs when they finally reach the carriage and opens the door for her. “Good to know I keep you honest.”
He laughs, before nodding his agreement. “Always.”
a castle on a cloud | regency au | 300 | round 1, set 7
Peter’s eyes come up and blink at his wife in confusion. She isn’t looking at him, focused on something outside the carriage. Before he can question it she leans forward, banging her hand against the wall of the carriage next to his head.
“Stop the carriage!”
The carriage slides to a halt and the driver looks down in confusion. “Milady?”
“I will be right back.” She throws herself out of the carriage, uncaring if her husband decides to follow her, as she does most things. She hears his footfalls behind her as she rounds the corner, revealing the blindingly white monstrosity of a house.
“What the hell is this?”
“I don’t know,” Kate admits, glee slipping into her voice. “Isn’t it glorious?”
“Not the word I would use,” Peter sighs, before reaching for her arm. “We shouldn’t trespass on someone else’s property.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t think there’s anyone home. This is a summer home if nothing else.”
“Still,” Peter’s tone is firmer, and she rolls her eyes as she steps back and nods.
“Fine. We’ll go back to the carriage.”
“Thank you.” She turns with him, slipping her arm in his, but glancing over her shoulder one last time with a grin.
“Would you build me something that dramatic if I asked you to?”
He raises an eyebrow. “And what makes you think it was built for love?”
“Have you seen it? That’s probably the only reason it was built.” She smirks a bit. “You did not answer my question.”
He rolls his eyes a bit, before shaking his head. “No. Not without a great deal of editing.”
She laughs when they finally reach the carriage and opens the door for her. “Good to know I keep you honest.”
He laughs, before nodding his agreement. “Always.”