James had tucked George into bed and had left the servants’ quarters for a stroll when he bumped into Alexander. The same as the last time, James had been too restless to sleep while Isobel was at the ball, but he was surprised to see the other guard walking around so late.
“Planning a midnight picnic?” James asked him, noting the rolled-up blanket and lantern that the guard was carrying.
Alexander smiled sheepishly. “Yes. Katherine’s up in the kitchens getting some provisions. I’m on my way to meet her now.”
James's chest ached with jealousy— a night-time picnic with Isobel would mean risking their safety— but he was happy for Alex and Katherine. They were just about the two happiest people that James had ever met. “Mind if I walk with you?” he asked.
“Course not,” Alex replied ea
