She turned her head to kiss his palm. “Shhh,” she murmured. “You are a fighter, a King’s knight. I won’t think less of you for being what you are.” She put the lock of hair into his hand, curling his fingers around it. “I know your strength. You will defeat this other knight. I believe in you.”
His breath hitched and he shook his head helplessly, unable to comprehend what he’d done to deserve such a wonderful and understanding woman such as her. He shivered and squeezed the lock in his palm, eyes shimmering at such a thoughtful gesture before he straightened up and nodded with a resolute determination. “Thank you, Summer.”
She pressed a kiss to his closed fingers before straightening her shoulders and looking up at him. “I think your Prince will be wondering where you are. He sent for you once already.” Her expression was as resolute as his. “My heart and honour are yours, and I know you will uphold them. Her Highness is waiting for me, I think.” She looked for a moment like she wanted to say something else, but shook her head quickly and hurried out of the house.