Summer offered him the bread. “I finished the trim for my new dress.” She waited for his reaction, knowing perfectly well that he didn’t care about what she wore in the least. Maybe if ever she went with him to some feast in the castle, he might care then.
”You’ll have to show me,” he tells her, taking a bite. “There is actually a feast coming up soon, for Yule and if you would like, would you do me the honour of being my guest for the evening?”
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.”