“Why, my lord Isaac, I had no idea you were so knowledgeable about ladies’ clothing!” Cora said sweetly. “Of course you may assist. I do hope the fittings won’t bore you.” She glanced at Summer and winked, slowly, leaving the serf-girl with both hands over her mouth to hold in giggles. She could tell she and the princess would get along fine.
Cora held out her hand to Summer. “Come along now. I’m sure Sir Isaac can catch up with us quite easily when he is finished relaxing from his meal. We wouldn’t want to interrupt that.”
Isaac blushed faintly and rolled his eyes, shaking his head and muttering under his breath in obvious exasperation at the women’s antics. Despite being so different, they appeared to be joining forces to mock him, and he wasn’t entirely sure what he thought of that information just yet.
“Have fun, ladies,” he stated then with laughter lacing his words, mentally making plans as to how to spend the day, stretching out to digest his meal. He knew he had to check on Buttons, and to undertake some more training, and perhaps meet with Derek if he had the time.
Boldly, Summer said, glancing at Cora before she took the princess’ hand, “Oh, you won’t be coming after all? What a shame. I was looking forward to your commentary.”
Before Isaac could respond, both girls giggled, and Cora whisked Summer out the door and out of the house.
Rafael reappeared. “Master Isaac, his Highness requests your attendance as soon as possible at the castle.”