Vincent chuckled as he led his wife down the corridors of the castle towards where their carriage would be brought around. He had sent a servant ahead to tell their men they were ready to leave.
Delaney leaned heavily on her husband's arm. She felt warm and tingly and her head was fuzzy. She giggled and told Vincent about dancing with Ian. How he was very serious but also one of the best dancers she'd ever partnered with. Vincent smiled lovingly at his wife and listened to her.
"I wish I could've danced with you," she sighed when they got to the courtyard as their carriage came to a stop in its place.
"I don't know that I could keep up with you anymore anyway love."
"I'm sure you could," she protested, "We danced with the fairies."
Vincent glanced around to make sure no one had heard her and it was then that his eyes landed on Ian standing a few steps behind them.
