“I — oh — what? I’m just, uh, I — ” Summer blushed and looked down. “I was leaving something for one of the knights. Sir Mordred?”
Kay nodded and asked, “And what was this something?” He didn’t like having to treat strangers coldly, especially since the woman’s blush made her seem like less of a threat, but he would do whatever he had to to protect the castle, his home.
She fidgeted with her skirts. “J-just some fruit. As a surprise?”
“Alright, and do you have this fruit with you, or is it already in his chambers?”
Her quick glance at the door gave away her answer before she opened her mouth. “I — it’s already there. I promise, it’s nothing bad, only I … ” She trailed off, blushing harder.
Her face softened. Taking his hands, she pulled him over to a chair and pushed, so she could look him in the eyes properly. “Mordred. Darling. Listen to me. I’m made this way, to judge too quickly, to care too much too fast. You have learned to be wary, and that’s fine.”
“Perhaps far too wary,” he tells her before he shrugs. “Doesn’t matter now, does it?”
“Is that not what I said? It doesn’t matter at all.” She kisses his hands, then puts them around her waist. “Stop fretting, Mordred.”
Summer cocked her head. “Now what is that guilt for? You love me now, that’s what matters.”
He chewed on his bottom lip, nodding but the guilt wouldn’t leave him. He’d love to say that he had loved her on sight but it simply didn’t happen, not with him.
Her face softened. Taking his hands, she pulled him over to a chair and pushed, so she could look him in the eyes properly. “Mordred. Darling. Listen to me. I’m made this way, to judge too quickly, to care too much too fast. You have learned to be wary, and that’s fine.”
She goes up to him, putting her arms around his waist and swaying slightly. “You normally look so solemn, darling. But when you smile, oh! your whole face changes. It’s so warm — I fell in love with you at first because of that smile.”
He chuckles, blushing at her words. “I highly doubt that.”
“What part?” she says archly. “The part where I fell in love with it?” She squeezes, though he’s not likely to feel it much through the chainmail.
She shivers a little. “Mmmh. I think I love your smile best. You’ve no idea what that smile does, do you?”
“I don’t think it does anything.”
She goes up to him, putting her arms around his waist and swaying slightly. “You normally look so solemn, darling. But when you smile, oh! your whole face changes. It’s so warm — I fell in love with you at first because of that smile.”