A startled laugh escaped Summer before she smothered it. “Where are you from, that serfs can rise to become knights and whole villages be moved for the safety of one person?” She tried to withdraw her hand from his. “If I give myself to Sir Kit, no one else will be hurt. He has promised me that. Please, my lord, you must understand.”
“I don’t think that a person should be victimised purely because of their circumstances…I think every person should be given equal opportunity, and while that is not always the case, I try to do my best, where possible,” Sir Isaac declared and straightened up, wielding his sword by his side as Summer pulled away from his hold, “Not physically, but what would that knowledge do to your little brother, and all the other children? And I know Sir Kit by reputation — he rarely keeps his word.”
His words were so outrageous, she simply stared at him for a long moment, before turning away. Her voice was wretched as she replied, “I have no other choice. I don’t live in your world, where everyone can be protected, happy — I was not meant for happiness. Please, please go, my lord. I beg you.”