“I was born south of here, far south where the cliffs rise white out of the sea. I have a sister, a twin by birth but not by looks. She’s married to a lord who shares our country. My father sent me here to gain some polish and perhaps find a husband myself, though I think we’ve all given up hope for that. Why did you not wish to become a knight?”
Mordred gives her a smile. “It sounds like you’ve had a very interesting life,” he tells her, leaning back in his chair. “Well, I never really thought about it,” he says honestly. “I was a person who-” he trails off, “traded in fine goods,” he says after awhile, but by fine goods he meant people. Before he had become a knight he’d been working with bandits, gathering slaves and travelling from kingdom to kingdom. “It just happened.”
“That sounds a bit … are you sure you’re telling me the truth?” she teased. “According to my brother, well, step-brother, becoming a knight is hard work, you don’t just fall into it. He says I’m not allowed to try because of that.” Summer put her hand on Mordred’s knee, leaning into him a bit.