Summer settled herself back on the bed, tugging Isaac after her. “Tell me stories. Tell me about you,” she requested.
He let out a faint squeak as he was pulled backwards, before he shrugged helplessly and lay sprawled out beside her. “I don’t know what to tell you that hasn’t already been said…hmmm,” he frowned thoughtfully, before turning to face her. “My mom used to make the best sweets — they were popular here and I used to take them up to the castle for the Prince and his family. Unfortunately, I’ve never inherited my mom’s talents in the kitchen.”
“How did the Hale Prince come to take you in?” she asked, rolling onto her side to look at him. She propped her head on one hand and watched him, eyes roving up and down his body.