They might have gone on for hours like that, simply staring at each other and slowly each feeding the other, virtually oblivious to anyone else. Unfortunately for their blissful reverie, the doors at the far end of the hall slammed open, and Gerard, Lord Argent, strode in, Sir Kit and nearly a dozen other knights in his wake.
“Thief!” he boomed, stalking down the centre walkway. “Prince Derek, one of your sworn knights has betrayed you, committed such a crime as cannot be let pass.”
Allowing himself to enjoy the intimate moment, Isaac had eyes only for Summer throughout the entirety of the meal, his other comrades not even attempting to engage him in conversation. The blush and tender, shy smile never left his face, and in fact, they could have lasted the night beyond like this if they hadn’t been rudely interrupted.
“Sir Kit…” he breathed out, immediately reaching for a dagger hidden in the folds of his tunic, not having brought his sword due to lack of space upon his person.
Summer held very still, hoping that somehow if she didn’t move she wouldn’t be seen, that maybe the fantastic clothing would disguise her enough. Lord Argent paid the pair no attention whatsoever, and Sir Kit looked bored by the whole proceedings. In fact, Lord Argent continued right up to the table where Prince Derek sat, and smashed his hands on the board.
Several of the Hale knights immediately rose to their feet, reaching for swords, but Prince Derek waved him back. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Lord Argent,” he said easily. “Which knight? I have many loyal knights.” He flicked his hand at the ones standing, clearly held back from surrounding the Argent lord by his will alone.
Sir Kit stepped forward, pulling off his gauntlet — the left one, the only one he had on, his right hand being heavily bandaged — and dropping it on the table in front of Isaac. “This one,” he sneered, “cut off my thumb, rendering me unable to wield a sword so that I can no longer take up my knightly duties, and he stole one of my serfs.”