Title: Not in the Least
Summary: Rosamund stumbles upon something that isn't the least bit surprising.
Words: 428
Frankly, Rosamund wasn't at all surprised.
She'd wanted to wake Michael, for it was getting late, but the sight before her wasn't something she'd want to disturb. Fisk and Michael had curled up together on the bed, Michael with his arms wrapped around Fisk and True lying on top of the two of them.
It was no secret that Michael harbored affections for Rosamund, she could see it in just about everything he did.
But looking at the two boys here, Rosamund felt that Michael had moved on. And she was happy, to be honest. There'd been a lingering guilt in her chest every time she thought of the look on Michael's face every time she spoke of Rudy.
She was about to creep back into bed, so as not to wake the sleeping knight and squire, but on her way there she tripped, falling onto the bed with an oof sound.
This cause True to look up lazily, and then jump off of Michael and Fisk. Rosamund put a hand over her mouth, embarrassed to have probably woken up her companions.
Michael opened his eyes, which soon traveled to Rosamund. "Rosa..."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you!"
"Oh, no, it's perfectly alright. Keep your voice a bit quieter, though, if you please, so as not to wake Fisk." Michael's face was a pink color, but Rosamund didn't see what their was to be embarrassed about.
Fisk blinked sleepily. "Huh?"
"Shh, love." Michael ran a hand through his squire's hair, causing him to close his eyes once again. "I...I can explain later, Rosa."
Rosamund smiled. "No, no, there's nothing wrong..."
"We were...cold, you know. And, you know..."
Fisk, who appeared to be fully awake now, laughed lightly. "Oh, come now, Michael. You didn't just want to lie with me because you were cold."
Michael blushed, and Rosamund had to admit that she found the whole situation rather adorable. "Oh, this is like in all of the novels I've read!"
"Rosa, you've got to promise not to tell anyone about Fisk and I, though. I don't think anyone here would like it too much."
"Oh, I promise!" Rosamund beamed and Michael remembered why he'd fallen in love with her. Rosamund was so kind and so beautiful and so witty. But yet, looking down at the usually glowering, dark-haired boy in his arms, Michael couldn't help but think that he'd found something better.
i don't even know anymore