“Truthfully, I had really rather stay here,” she brushed at her skirts again, “but there will be information that only I can give.” Summer sighed. “And I shan’t look any better any other time, really; this is all I’ve got.” Making a face, she squared her shoulders and stepped up beside him. “I’ll go with you.”
Mordred nodded lightly, “Fair enough, this way,” he gestured towards the stairs, before letting his own steps take him there first. It wasn’t a long walk to the throne room where he expected Arthur to be, however he stopped outside of the doorway to look back at Summer. “You must stay here until I have spoken with him.”
Nervousness rose in her throat, twisted her hands together, but she nodded, trying to hide her sudden fear. “Of course, Sir Knight.”