Fairytale?

Chapter 40- Spent In Love

And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush
the burnished bosom of the dove,
Two young lovers lying in an orchard
would have read the story of our love;
-

"Catch me if you can!"

Edmund laughed- she could always, always, always make him laugh- as he finally began to hasten his speed.
"You know I can, Moonshine!" He called ahead to Sanya, who was jogging across the field, waving his hat- which she had sneakily pulled off his head when he had been checking the itinerary- in one of her arms, her own coat clutched in her other hand. "Watch where you walk!"

"I'm alright!" Sanya shouted back happily- for the first time in too long, she felt like it was the truth.

She halted for a moment, because she also felt like it was possible that there would be some sign from the universe to refute her claim of being 'alright'- a lightning strike directly on her, perhaps- but there was nothing.

And so she began to run again, her white skirt flying behind her in the June wind, and her husband chased after her.

It wasn't a chase, really. She did know that he could catch her, if he wanted to. But it was nice of him to let her have her fun.

And it was fun! The field she was running across was large, sprawling- and absolutely empty! It was like a playground just for them.

Jem, Selene, and Seraphina would have loved playing here. It would've been another meadow for them to frolic in.

He wiped the sweat off his brow, saying loudly, "I'm going to get all tanned, Mrs. Reza-Pevensie!"

"Ha! When you get tanned, I'll like vegetables!"
In other words- it would never happen.

"Sanya-"

She turned around, and was unsurprised to see him very close. Edmund was smiling, his hair windswept, and one of his arms reached out to grab his hat back- the other carried a picnic basket- and she laughed again.

Walking backwards, she pretended to doff his hat and then she bowed- before tossing it clean to the side.

He gasped, and Sanya ran ahead, much faster than before, giggling wildly.

Soon, however, she stopped again, for longer than a second this time- partly because she felt merciful, and partly because her knee was starting to twinge with pain again, and she didn't want to suffer a broken knee in a field yet again.
She turned and she waited for her husband to run across this field of green bathed in sun-gold.

They'd crossed a lot more of it than she had thought- they would reach Chatsworth quicker than an hour and a half, as the lady at the front desk of their inn had said they would.

Edmund was almost to her now- she kept looking between him and at the coppice before her again, laughing and wondering whether to let him chase her some more, knee or no knee.

Both of his arms were outstretched this time, and as Edmund reached Sanya, he wrapped them around her, pulling her off the ground and dancing her around in a tight embrace.

Sanya wrapped her legs loosely around his waist, her hair swinging just as they were- and Edmund murmured in her ear, "Caught you, wife."