In the stables

[the_seafarer]

Taking a quick lunch break from work, Caspian settles himself on a hay bale and unfolds the sandwich Bar had given him that morning, with a smile. He has hay in his hair, which is promptly rumpled by Corella's nuzzling him to find a carrot.

"This one is mine," he tells her, amused. "I already gave you lunch."

His sandwich finished, he heads into the bar for a quick drink before getting back to work.

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[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

"I have not tried," Ivy admitted. "Not since I first arrived." There could be any number of reasons why, but she didn't reveal any of them, not just then.

[the_seafarer]

His brow furrows and he frowns slightly at her.

"Have not tried? But why? I thought--don't you want to return home?"

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

"What manner of employment do you think I could find?" she asked, changing the subject and her expression abruptly.

[the_seafarer]

He sighs, and promises himself he will try again later.

"There's a garden out back," he offers, instead. "It's is large and beautiful. Perhaps you could help with it?"

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

"I think perhaps I would enjoy that," Ivy smiled. "What sort of plants grow there?"

[the_seafarer]

"The only ones I've seen have been giant pumpkins," he smiles. "But there are a great many other that I could not tell you the names of. The...man...who works the garden is called Hagrid, and he is a friend to me."

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

"You are good to me," Ivy declared seemingly randomly, sitting up straighter and then leaning forward against the table. "I am beginning to think you might like me." She smiled, coy.

[the_seafarer]

"Really?" he asks, feigning surprise. "Then I shall have to be more cautious. It would not do for a stableboy such as myself to act too fondly towards you, my lady."

He gets up and slides into her side of the booth, and regards her with a smile, though his voice is serious. "You must watch out for yourself."

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

He was suddenly close, and Ivy's breath caught in her throat for a second as she beamed back at him.

"Ah, but you are no mere stableboy," she replied, reaching for one of his hands and threading their fingers together.

[the_seafarer]

Her hand warm in his, he kisses her cheek lightly.

"No," he agrees, smiling. "I am not. I am a king, and you are my lady. So perhaps I am not so dangerous after all."