“It’s a hard day, Sir Guy. A high pain day. Even my hair hurts.”
He tilted his dark head, brow furrowing. “I am sorry to hear that, my lady.” His kohl-rimmed eyes softened as his mouth curled into an affectionate smirk. “Such shiny, lovely hair it is, too.”
LW grunted and tossed a pillow in the dark knight’s direction. “NOW you sound like Mr. Ladywriter, you tease.”
Sir Guy adroitly caught the pillow with one hand and swept her a gallant bow. Flicking back his raven mane, he flashed her one of those dazzling grins.
“We are both here to serve you, my dear LW . . . now may I get you a cold drink and a compress . . . perhaps a gentle foot and hand massage?” He purred.
Well, who am I to tell Sir Guy “no”?!?
Happy Guyday Friday