“That sounds a bit … are you sure you’re telling me the truth?” she teased. “According to my brother, well, step-brother, becoming a knight is hard work, you don’t just fall into it. He says I’m not allowed to try because of that.” Summer put her hand on Mordred’s knee, leaning into him a bit.
“Your step-brother is correct,” he tells her, “it is indeed hard work but most of it is a blur; it kind of just happened, I never intended for it to happen but now I’m here and I’m grateful for such a privilege.”
“Most of the knights I know are so arrogant about it. As if being knighted makes them better than the rest of us.” She sighed a little. “I’m afraid I irredeemably offended the knights near father’s estate, which is why I’m here now. I’m supposed to make a good impression.”
With a little smile and a cocked eyebrow, Summer met Mordred’s eyes. “Have I made a good impression on you?”