No matter who he was, Gwendal wasn't about to let Yuuri get away with that little stunt. He growled, knowing that Gunter followed him, just from his cries of "Heika how mean!"
He could also tell that Wolfram wasn't that far behind. Greta had gone back to join Annisina and Konrad while everyone else chased after Yuuri. Gwendal and Gunter tried to keep up, but they were no match for the quick Wolfram and Yuuri. The king and his fiancé soon out distanced them and Gunter called a halt, puffing in exertion. "They move to fast," he whined, looking discontent.
Gwendal nodded, leaning against a tree. He looked around and where they were and grinned. He impulsively, and shyly, took Gunter's hand in his. Surprised, Gunter didn't say anything as Gwendal led them into the forest. The moonlight was just starting to come out and they both gasped at the beauty that surrounded them.
The newly fallen snow glistened liked a field of diamonds before them. The icicles on the trees appeared to be prisms of gems and they were both taken in by the wondrous beauty of the winter landscape.
Gunter gave a muffled surprise, but soon closed his eyes in the kiss. He leaned against Gwendal, basking in the beauty of the winter evening and that of his lover.