He grinned at the sight of her, one hand clutching her skirts as she moved down the steps, the other hand fighting the dog on the leash as he jumped ahead of her. She always pulled her skirts up a little too high, like she hadn't been doing it her entire life. Charles turned his head slightly, Ciaran was coming down the stairs.
Is Elizabeth going out?" Ciaran asked as he stood at the landing, resting his arms on the carved wooden rail to watch her from a less sunlit spot, he watched as she wound the leash around her hand and pulled the dog back while she opened the gate at the end of the walkway. The dog gave a pitiful whine at being restrained and she shook the leash loose, he all but dragged her through the gate as thanks.
Charles nodded to Milos to shut the door, the smelt of
