Prince Derek glanced back out to where Summer stood, hands twined together, eyes fixed on Sir Isaac. “She obviously trusts you,” he told the twitchy young knight. “She’s your responsibility now. I’ll ask Cora to help you out, but you know how she feels about you.” He started to step away, then turned back. “You know, you never mentioned her /name/.”
“Who knows why…I might have saved her, but I took her away from her home, brought her to mine where she knows only me, and even then, she’s only known me for a day.” He sighed softly and slumped against the wall, before smiling. “Summer. Her name is Summer — beautiful, isn’t it?”
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?”