“Training does matter. Look.” She took one of his hands, calloused from swordwork and archery, and held it up between them. “You have fine strong hands, with long fingers and a wide spread, that would be quite skilled at spinning or weaving. But you do not know how. I am strong, but that is due to the life I’ve led and nothing of my own.” She pressed her lips together and turned away, letting go his hand. “I’m not saying this right. I only meant — I’m not used to a soft bed. Nor to sleeping alone.”
His eyes widened and then flashed with understanding at her words, a deep sigh escaping his parted lips as he curled his fingers around hers. “That may be true, but I believe that no matter your life, nor your circumstances, some basic elements would still remain the same. Whether you were royalty or not, you’d always be strong, Summer. And you’re just as much royalty as I am,” he stated with a shrug, before he glanced at her. “We technically shared a bed last night. I…wouldn’t be opposed to that again.”
She turned back slightly, ducking her head. “Then you wouldn’t be sleeping on the floor.”