It takes a little doing, but Summer manages to smuggle herself into Mordred’s rooms, and tie herself to the bed. She hopes he won’t be too long; it’s a bit cold, alone and unclothed and spread out.
Mordred opens the door, undoing the clasp that held his cloak to him. He was far too tired to do anything and he just wanted to sleep, he’d been running around all day, doing things for Arthur and spent most of his evening at a feast for the Sarrum. He places the red cloak over the back of the chair, taking off his vambrace. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you.” Summer bites her lip, attempting to look alluring — which is quite difficult when one is tied up and hoping one’s lover will start ravishing soon. “I thought I would surprise you.”