“I’ve placed her in the bedroom at the far end of the hall,” Rafael said stiffly. He didn’t come out and say that he didn’t approve of the two sharing a bed, but then Rafael had always been able to indicate his desire for Sir Isaac to be a little more aware of his status without words. “I have sent your armour to the blacksmith for polishing and your sword for sharpening and cleaning. His Majesty sent to say the Princess desires to meet your … guest. After breakfast.”
Isaac failed in masking his disappointment, and while he had already attempted to remain polite and friendly to Rafael, and treat him like a equal, he currently wasn’t feeling quite so gracious. “Thank you for the those last things, Rafael, it’s much appreciated. But as for the changes in rooms, that is a matter between Summer and I. You are dismissed.”
Rafael seemed unaffected by Isaac’s disapproval. “Breakfast is waiting for you, master Isaac.” He went back out, back stiff with disapproval.
Summer waited until she could see Rafael disappear into another room before stepping back into the hallway. “I don’t think he likes me,” she muttered. Her expression was dubious.