“I — oh — what? I’m just, uh, I — ” Summer blushed and looked down. “I was leaving something for one of the knights. Sir Mordred?”
“It would be a surprise to him,” he offered. “You can trust us to keep it secret. Well, you can trust me, anyway.” He bowed to her in return, not caring that she didn’t seem to be nobility, and replied, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Summer. My name is Kay. So, is it safe to assume that you and Sir Mordred are together?”
“Oh dear. Am I really so obvious?” And here she’d thought she was being at least a little discreet. She didn’t know how the King might feel about a serious relationship between one of his knights and a foreign noblewoman.
Then again, slipping into the castle by night and leaving gifts wasn’t exactly the height of discretion when she kept getting caught, was it? She was truly horrid at sneaking apparently, within-doors anyway. A forest, now, there she could slip about with ease — or at least more ease.
At least when Mordred caught her, it was because he was using his magic. That made it a little better, didn’t it?
“The blushing sort of gave it away,” he teased, oblivious to Summer’s thoughts. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Unless you want me to, but something tells me that you don’t.” Now that the threat of, well, threat was gone, Kay relaxed into his usual attitude.
She covered her face with her hands, feeling the colour climb up into her face again. “It’s not exactly a /secret/,” she mumbled, “but I truly don’t want him to get into trouble. I just … ” Summer peeked through her fingers. “I just want to do things that make him happy.”