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"We'll be married next I see thee," he'd said, after they'd kissed in private, one last time.

At which Kate's eyes had crinkled, as he was already loving to see them, and she'd smirked. "Unless, my lord, we happen to meet elsewhere."

That had been weeks ago, and though Harry has been as wildly happy as he's ever been in his life, ever since he and his father had left the Mortimers in Hereford, he'd found no door, no passage, and no Kate, for all he's entered every room with hope.

Perhaps because he is not thinking on it -- because Alnwick and Warkworth both are humming with preparations for Harry and his lady-to-be to take up residence and management at the latter -- because he is stuffed to the gills with tailors and bishops and letters to the king, he stops thinking of where he is going, only of escape.

Which is precisely when he steps through, realizes where he is, and beams—in hope.

Even if you aren't Elizabeth Mortimer, this is really an excellent time to meet him.

[[ooc: 4/28 11:25 p.m -- Heading to sleep soon, but this post is open until it scrolls!]]

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Trained enough that he doesn't need to be smug about it. (Really, it's just. One of Robin Hood's men! They fought! He'll never get over this.)

"But what of your larger plans? Is there any greater trouble in the works?"

"The Fair'll be comin' up soon which always brings trouble with it an fair bit o'coin,"

Men get so careless when they're feeling rich.

"Why, then I'll wish thee just a little more trouble than thou knowst what to do with."

That's always the most interesting kind.

"Thank ye. 'ow soon is yer marriage?"

"Not soon enough, by my faith!"

A date has been set, of course, but the sheer, maddening preparation for it, the spectacle, the readying of the house -- can they not leave all that so that he might just be with his Kate?

The look on his face reminds Will a great deal of Robin and he grins,

"Aye, but will 'appen soon an ye'll 'ave all the time ye could wish for."

Its good that Harry and Elizabeth can find such happiness, not everyone does.

Harry gives Will his own long-suffering smile.

"The day I am known for my patience, God save us all."

"Aye, milord. Can I do aught to aid ye in yer waitin'?"

"Not unless you might bring my lady hence from Hereford." He sighs. "The wedding will be there, and then she will come home."

After that... after that, he hasn't really thought that far. Love will take care of itself, will it not?

"Nay, I canna do that, milord."

"Then I must do my penance and wait as long as I must."

Yeah, that's going to end well.

"I'd offer to bring ye to Nottingham but wouldna make time in yer world go any faster."