The prince looked at Sir Isaac almost pityingly before patting the young knight on the shoulder. “She looks hungry. And cold. You should do something about that. I’ll deal with what comes when it gets here.” With that, he strode away, pausing only to offer a brief bow to Summer.
As soon as the prince was gone, Summer hurried over to Sir Isaac, winding the fingers of one hand in his sleeve. “What’s going to happen to me?”
Wondering if Derek had just given him permission to take Summer to his quarters, he simply decided to try it anyway, his mind already conjuring up excuses if he’d misunderstood. Nodding, he followed after Derek, stilling in front of Summer.
“Nothing bad — you needn’t be so worried, Summer. You’re welcome to come to my place; I’ll take the floor, of course. Unless you were wanting to stay in the castle?”
Her expression was puzzled. “You don’t live here?” She swayed slightly, and put a hand against him to brace herself. “I’m sorry. I’m just so tired suddenly … “