There was no way anyone could settle back down to dinner after that. Lord Argent led his men back out, arrogantly disdaining Prince Derek’s hospitality, and the Hale knights and castlefolk dispersed, gossiping madly. Summer sat still, trembling slightly and dazed.
“Um.” Isaac waited until the uncomfortable silence had been replaced by the chatter of the confused and excited comrades, before rubbing at the back of his neck and casting the Prince and Summer a sheepish little smile. “So…maybe it’s not completely resolved? I wasn’t being entirely truthful before, apparently. And now I’ve been challenged…oh dear…”
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.”