“I — oh — what? I’m just, uh, I — ” Summer blushed and looked down. “I was leaving something for one of the knights. Sir Mordred?”
“It’s not as much of a surprise then,” she muttered unhappily. Sighing, she offered a curtsey, one hand over her heart. “I am Summer, Sir Knight.”
“It would be a surprise to him,” he offered. “You can trust us to keep it secret. Well, you can trust me, anyway.” He bowed to her in return, not caring that she didn’t seem to be nobility, and replied, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Summer. My name is Kay. So, is it safe to assume that you and Sir Mordred are together?”
“Oh dear. Am I really so obvious?” And here she’d thought she was being at least a little discreet. She didn’t know how the King might feel about a serious relationship between one of his knights and a foreign noblewoman.
Then again, slipping into the casle by night and leaving gifts wasn’t exactly the height of discretion when she kept getting caught, was it? She was truly horrid at sneaking apparently, within-doors anyway. A forest, now, there she could slip about with ease — or at least more ease.
At least when Mordred caught her, it was because he was using his magic. That made it a little better, didn’t it?