Her mouth twitched at the word ‘naked’, concealing a smile. “I do try.” Tucking her skirts up, she mounted neatly, gathering the reins into her hands. “Will you lead, cariad?”
Mordred rolled his eyes. “Do you have anything in mind?”
Summer shook her head at him. “A quiet, lonely, pretty place to have a picnic. You know this kingdom better than I do. Lead, Mordred, lead.”