"Well then, shall we?" Will pulled back from her, but as he did so, he heaved her up and into his strong arms. Carrying her as one would carry their new bride... Something Joffrey wouldn't be able to do, what with his small and pathetic stature. Will lifted her up and off of the wall he'd placed her to sit upon earlier. Giving her a little playful spin, watching her hair splay out and twirl around her before bounding back. He kissed her once more, how could he not!? Before setting her to her feet.

His mind recorded every encounter they had, from the little teasing touches of her hand to his body, to the smiles and slight glances she'd passed him over the table at tea. Will was afraid to admit it to himself, but he may have been smitten.

"Which was did we come from?" He turned around looking a bit lost in the beautiful maze of flowers and hedge. "I feel like we've only shared a few passing moments... Though I bet your Grandmother is ready to send out a search party of squiers." He laughed and took her hand gently. Would she permit him to hold her hand as they made their way back through the maze? or would that be too much? Will thought it cruel of his heart, to fall for someone he knew he couldn't possibly have, yet his brain was convinced that they could somehow find a way.