“You,” Summer said solemnly, “are amazing. My debt to you increases.” She released a long, slow breath, then smiled mischievously. “Soon I shall have to become your servant just to have a hope of repaying you.”
“Oh, you need not, I did nothing. It is the King you should be thanking for his generosity,” Mordred answered, before gesturing for her to go down the corridor.
“I will take you to your room, I’ll let you take the one a few doors down from mine in case you need anything,” he offered.
“His Majesty did not escort me out of the forest, nor plead my case with eloquence,” she said tartly. “Learn to accept gratitude, Sir Knight, it will stand you in good stead. I will gladly accept a room near to yours, since it seems you’ve appointed yourself my protector.”