He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. “Summer? You’re gonna get cold out here.” He speaks softly.
Her laugh came again, even more warped, like her lungs were full of broken glass. “I should stay away, until we figure this out. Do you not even hear what you say?” Summer backed Arthur up against the wall, shattering under the conflict of desire and honour. “If you wish me to stay, you must order it, my lord. You must order it right now.”
Arthur tensed as he was backed up into the wall and tensed against it. He didn’t like it when someone was this close to him, friend or for, it wasn’t something that Arthur was used to. “I order you to your room. Stay there, until we can stop this enchantment over you.” He spoke, quickly moving to the side and back to his desk, wanting distance.
The blazing intensity in Summer’s eyes went out abruptly, shuttered behind her eyelids. When she opened them again, something blank and broken filled her face. She failed to meet his eyes at all, only curtseyed with mute grace and left the room obediently.