A smile crept over her face. “Oh, yes! I would love to. But,” doubtfully, “will it be alright? I’m not part of the court. I suppose I could’ve been, if I wanted all the entourage and that, when I first came.”
”Don’t worry about them,” he tells her, brushing some hair back from her face. “They are fools, and besides, their queen was born a serving girl, they have said nothing about her, they have no right to say the same about you.”
Summer turned her face into his hand before kissing it, chuckling. “Yes, my lord. That’s not my worry. Only that I am a stranger to them. But I shan’t think about it now. Yule is some time off, and I don’t want anything to spoil this afternoon.” Closing her eyes, she nudged his hand. “Tell me something beautiful, Mordred.”