Someone cleared their throat in the doorway, quietly, and the two glanced up in startlement. “His Majesty wishes to speak with you,” the guard said, face utterly impassive, but eyes indicating his approval.
“Me?” Sir Isaac was not proud of the slight squeak that emitted from him then, but he was actually nervous as to how this meeting would play out. It had been said that he had won Summer’s hand in marriage, but a large part of him felt that her father wouldn’t be as willing to give her up just yet, especially to someone from another Kingdom.
Summer gently kissed Isaac, for reassurance. “He won’t go back on his word,” she murmured. The guard came over and offered his hand to help Isaac up before stepping back with his hands behind his back.
“If you’ll just come with me, m’lord.”