“You won’t let Edward marry me off to someone just for advantage,” she said softly. “Will you? So there’ll be no need for a handsome young knight to kidnap me from imprisonment.”
“Of course I won’t,” he tells her, “besides it takes a very long time for someone to organize a kidnap.”
“I shan’t ask why you know that. Still,” Summer said firmly, “you tickling me is not at all the type of wandering hands or pawing I was talking about, and well you know it.” She pulled at the lacing on the cuirass, breathing hard when it loosened. “I think you tied this more like a corset than armour.”