Cora tossed her hair. “I’m sure he’s no match for you. He’s much too large to keep up with your speed and finesse.”
Prince Derek just gave Isaac a wry smile and shook his head, before motioning to Summer. “You should probably go check over what Rafael’s done with your armour and sword, Isaac. We’ll see you in the morning. I want to go over a couple of those parries before you take the field against Sir Ennis.”
“Cora — he’s at least double my weight and it looks like his biceps are thicker than my waist!” Isaac protested indignantly, terror flickering in his eyes before masking them, trying to maintain a professional composure in front of the others.
Sighing and nodding, he strode across the room to where he’d been seated before, and he glanced down at Summer. “You’re welcome to stay here, if you want? I’ll just be pacing and panicking.”
She looked up at him, green eyes huge, and shook her head. “No. No, I want to be with you.”
If either of them had been looking, they would have seen the prince’s eyebrow tick up ever so slightly, but all he said was, “Out. Go home. I’d order you not to fret, but you aren’t going to listen.”
Hastily Summer got up and offered a small curtsey to the prince and princess, before stepping over to Isaac and burying her face in the front of his tunic. “I don’t want to be here anymore, please,” she mumbled.