“I think I could have protected myself, but I do appreciate the sentiment.” Summer patted the Prince’s hand.
“Would you like me to escort you back to your home, just in case?” He offered. For some reason he didn’t want to leave the girl’s side. She intrigued him. “May I ask of your name?”
“You’re very kind, sire.” Laughingly, Summer offered a little curtsey. “I’m Summer. You, of course, are instantly recognisible to any who live in Camelot as Prince Arthur.” Gently, she extricated herself from his hand and bent to sweep up her basket. “I would like to avail myself of your courtesy, but I do have a little more yet to do.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Summer.” He said with a genuine smile. “Would you like me to accompany you?
His smile was infectious, and she had to return it. “That would be very welcome, sire. It’s not often a lady gets to spend time alone with the heir, is it?” Kneeling with the basket over her arm, Summer nipped the tops off a few flowers, adding them to her haul. Tossing her hair back over her shoulder, she stood up again, eyes flicking quickly over the landscape.
“It would be my pleasure.” He said, not able to keep his eyes off her. “So, what exactly are you doing out here by yourself?”
“Well, I am apprenticed to the town physician Idris, and so someone must collect the herbs in season that we use for our skills. I am younger by far than Master Idris, so I go.” Clasping one hand on the basket’s handle, Summer beckoned to Arthur. “He trusts me full well to take care of myself, and today is the first time I have been bothered by any.”