Cassandra and Horace had spread a large rug on the green grass. The sky was clear blue and the sun was shining brightly. Birds whistled and every now and then a breath of wind passed.

They had walked to a spot near a small lake in the forest. They sometimes came there when they went horseback riding.

Horace sat comfortably on the large rug, listening to the environment. He smelled the sweet fragrance of the flowers and enjoyed the sun warming his face.

When Cassandra came to his door an hour ago, he was surprised. He had understood that she was not allowed to leave her room. But when Cassandra had talked about the conversation with her father, he understood. He loved being with Cassandra again as she had been locked up in her room for the past few weeks. She was a very nice company ... more than nice.

He looked sideways at where Cassandra had stationed herself. She lay on her side with one arm under her head. She had closed her eyes. Horace couldn't tell whether she was asleep or not, but given her calm and regular breathing, he thought so.

A few rays of sun burst through the trees and fell perfectly on her face. She was beautiful.

He was thinking about a month ago. Then he had wanted nothing more than to grab and kiss her.

And then that really happened ... it was as if everything fell into place. He regained the same feeling of warmth inside.

A lock of Cassandra's golden blonde hair fell over her face. Horace reached over and stroke the lock behind her ear with his finger.

A sketch pad lay next to her on the rug. It had fallen on the rug when she fell asleep. Cassandra was very good at drawing and she often did. Horace picked up the sketchbook and looked at what Cassandra had been up to. On the paper was a roughly sketched drawing of a man. He recognized himself immediately. He sat in the position he had just sat in, looking out over the lake. The shadows were drawn in the right places and even the small details on his shirt were drawn on the paper. It was impressive. He smiled.

He felt beside him that Cassandra was starting to move. She woke up. She stretched, and a deep yawn escaped from her mouth. Horace laughed at it.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!"

Cassandra laughed.

Horace also laughed. He pointed to the sketch she had made."Quite a drawing!" He admired.

Cassandra smiled and blushed slightly. "Yeah, you were in the perfect position." She said shyly.

"I love it!" He replied, smiling. He leaned to one side and kissed her on the cheek. He could see her beaming. She put her head in the hole of his shoulder. So they sat silently looking out over the lake. The sun was already setting. It was a beautiful sight.

Horace was the first to break the silence.

"By the way, I have something for you." He grabbed beside him where he got a beautiful, big, yellow flower. Cassandra had lifted her head from his shoulder and looked straight into his eyes. Horace tucked her blonde hair behind her ear, then carefully tucked the flower stem between her hair.

"Thank you," said Cassandra, smiling. Horace answered her smile with his. She carefully rested her head on his shoulder and together they watched the rest of the sunset.

Cassandra sighed. ''It's beautiful! I wish we could stay here forever! ''

"Me too," said Horace

Suddenly Cassandra shot up. ''We have to go. I promised my father to be out for only two hours. I don't want to risk keeping me inside any longer than now. ''

They packed their things and headed back to the castle.

Hi guys!

So...I have a lot of ideas about different chapters. So prepare. I will try to write more. Fortunately, I now have a lot of free time for that because of everything that is going on in the world.

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