“Wh—no!” Summer yelped when he tossed her over his shoulder, breath knocked out of her. “No, what are you doing? Put me down!”
Laurence, his grin wide and mischievous, darted off into one of the cottages, a few moments later emerging with a bundle of clothing a little else. He handed it up to Sir Isaac, saying solemnly, “I’ll tell everyone.”
“Laurence!” she gasped.
“Don’t worry. I put your comb and spoon, and I remembered to put your necklace.” The boy nodded very seriously, the smile falling away.
“It is my duty as a Knight to protect those in need, Miss Summer, and I apologise — but to me, you seem like you are in need,” he stated, not sounding at all sorry as he wrapped his arms around her legs.
Smirking knowingly at the boy, he nodded and bowed as best he could with the protesting girl upon his shoulders, before he allowed them a tender moment. Nevertheless, he refused to put her down for fear she should run away.
“You better hurry,” Laurence advised. “She tickles people.”
Summer glared, although attempting to glare at someone when you were hanging over their shoulder was quite difficult. She kept looking at his rear — which was annoying, because he had a nice rear. And she shouldn’t be thinking about that right now! “You put me down this instant,” she said, belatedly tacking on, “my lord.”