Characters: Imrahil and his lady
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed for 100 words.
For the "Teatime" challenge
The assignation was long-planned, though hardly secret. Courtiers and servants smiled to see Imrahil hurrying towards the Summer Garden and the lady waiting there. Their teatime repast was carefully laid: raspberry shrub, lemon shortbread, cold shrimp with dill. Two footmen lingered behind the boxwoods, ready to refill goblets and whisk away plates.
When they were finished, she curled up next to him like a kitten.
"Shall I read to you, dear heart?" he asked, pulling a book from his pocket.
"Not just now, Ada," Lothíriel replied. "Let's just lie back and tell stories about what we see in the clouds."