The snow lightly fell above them as they stood by the stables. Light flakes piled on William’s dark curls and distracted her for a moment. William and Patrick looked almost unrecognizable in their commoner clothes. Patrick had holes in his gloves and his hair was almost as messy as William’s. Doris curled her fingers at her sides to prevent herself from reaching out to run her fingers through William’s locks just to try to tame it. She hated how much she liked it when it was a pure mess. She was part of the reason it looked that way, he rolled out of bed and didn’t even attempt to fix...