Summer waited impatiently at the stables, constantly glancing up at the sky to see where the sun was. A basket, a rug, and a few cushions waited with her, at her feet.
After training he had headed to his chambers, trading his armour and chainmail for a simple cotton shirt, keeping his sword before he headed down to the stables. “Summer?”
“Mordred!” She spun around, grinning. Quickly she appraised him before nodding in approval. “I asked the boys to saddle our horses for us. Does anyone know where we’re going?”