She guided him through the few streets to her rooms, small and humble though they were. “Would you like something to drink?”
Mordred gave her a small smile. “Anything you have would be lovely, thank you.”
He looked so proud and fair, so far out of reach, sitting at her table. If she were truly home, then perhaps … but she was in Camelot alone, with little to rely on but her own wits and magic. Summer offered him a cup of wine. “You should smile more, Mordred. It suits you so well.”