Stretching his hand out to her, Charles pulled Lady Beth across a felled tree as they made their way to the Stonehenge, fallen leaves and dried roots crunching noisily underneath their boots. She was no longer wearing the dress she had on at dinner, but instead, a simple dark blue dress that matched the colour of a cold winter night sky. And she had let her hair let down too, the fiery mass cascading down her back like an enraged volcanic eruption. He preferred it that way.
Lady Beth held up her gown and followed him quietly, the cold air caressing their cheeks carefully. Charles pointed to the Stonehenge as it came to view, and continued still in silence, until they arrived. "Thank you for dinner tonight." He turned. She looked away, her stance guarded. "For asking the King to say those words in our favour. They comforted Gwen."
