Disoriented, both by the nightmare and the unfamiliar room, she stumbled out of the room, arms wrapped tight about her shoulders and shivering. One of the torches she passed flared up, and she shrieked again, flinching back and huddling against the wall.
Mordred heard another squeal, and a confused expression crossed over his face. He shifted a little before getting out of the bed properly, throwing back the blankets he hid under. He knew it must be Summer that was screaming, considering that there were no other women in this entire corridor.
He pulled open his door, and his suspicions were confirmed.“M’lady?” he questioned quietly, raising an eyebrow, “Are you alright?”
She whirled around, hair flying in a wide arc and eyes huge, and then all but flung herself at him. In the aftermath of the nightmare, her bravado was gone, swarmed under by fear. She curled against his chest, trembling. “You /will/ protect me, won’t you?”