"Sire, this was sent to you," The young squire said as he entered the tent. In his hands, was a pot of bloomed red roses. "From Lady Irene."
The man that was head taller than any of the other knights in the tent, gave Igdaliah a playful punch in his unarmoured shoulder. His gray dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "You lady gave you a parting gift. Maybe she believed that the one she gave you last night would not suffice."
"Samson…" Igdaliah grumbled while trying to hide his smile. "Stop saying such things," he stifled a chuckle.
"Be on your way, Jacob," Darius told the squire who was still standing with the roses in his arm.
"Yes, sire," He placed the pot on a table and exited the tent.
"And what is this?" He asked in playful defiance, reaching out to Igdaliah's head to ruffle his long dark hair. "A knight dares to be flustered at the mention of his woman's name?"
