Letting go his hand with a slight sigh, Summer pulled her braid over her shoulder and untangled a ribbon from the end. She smoothed it over her hand before offering it to him. “If you tie this about your arm, I’m certain you will win, and my luck will surely ride with you.” Softly and quickly she kissed his cheek.
Mordred smiled, taking the ribbon in his hand, kissing it before he wrapped it around his forearm. “Thank you my lady, I’m sure with this on my arm I shall win.”
She looked up at him, then away, and hesitated before blurting out, “Please be careful. Don’t do anything foolish.”