“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
“This is entirely too much flattery.” She bit at her lips, trying not to smile and ruin the joke. “I grow suspicious of your motives, my lord. What is it you’re trying to gain by saying such kind things?”He chuckled a bit as he nodded faintly, “Now Summer, why would I ever do something like that? Why would I try to use such a power as flattery. I only speak nothing but the truth.”
“That is precisely what I ask! There must be something you want of me — for I know that not everyone is Camelot likes me. That would be absurd.” Summer nudged her horse ahead of his a touch and frowned exaggeratedly. “Do speak the truth, my lord, and no more of this flattery. I am immune.”
She wasn’t, at all, but she didn’t need him feeding the shy and forlorn hopes buried in her heart, either. Sometimes she wished he was less nice, that she understood less of what drove him in justice and battle. ‘Why do you have to be someone I could love?’ she thought.