The archer takes few steps towards you and caresses your cheek softly before bending down on one knee like a knight. “At your service. I won’t allow any thing to happen to you.”
His hand brings some strands of your hair to his lips for a kiss before falling back down and letting your hair free. “What would you have me do?”
Summer giggled softly. “You’re supposed to stay here and guard me, in case it turns out to be evil or a kidnapper or something.” She touched one of his shoulders, then the other. “I dub you Sir Clint of Summerland.”
Clint rises with a smile after his knighting. “Protecting you will be a honor, a duty I will do gladly.”
“No evil will pass by me, I promise that. Now is there anything you require, lady Summer?” He swears his hand on top of his heart and ends it with a devoted bow.
Her expression gets even more mischievous, but whatever it is she’s thinking, she doesn’t say. There are all kinds of absurd things she could ask for, after all. Instead she gives him a curtsey and asks, “will you dance with me, Sir knight?”