Guy did not like the idea of him being a chaperone. He was a black knight, someone important. He didn´t have the time to look after women the whole day. But the Sheriff wanted him to be nice, so he at least tried to watch his tone. The knight couldn´t hold back a low chuckle though.
âI am the Sheriff´s right hand and a black knight, Mylady. I am afraid I do not have the time to be your servant. But do not worry. We have qualified staff.â
Maybe she was one of those rich women who expected men to kneel in front of her, because she had gold. If that was the case then Genevieve would soon have to realize that Guy knelt in front of no one. Not even the Sheriff, to be honest.
âHoweverâŚI could offer you a walk in Nottingham and promise youâŚprotection in the meantime.â He put the jug down on the table before he walked towards her, keeping his head up and his back straight the whole time. He did not sound impolite, but he did not show her the respect she probably deserved as a lady. For that Guy didn´t know her well enough. A gloved hand was offered.
âShall we?â
âOh Iâve no doubt you have plenty of âqualified staffâ. And yet none capable of bringing up a jug of wine, it seems. Or is it just that our Lord Vaisey would send only the finest in his service to tend to his honoured guests?â Genevieve fought back a smirk, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Â
She glanced at the offered hand, but did not take it. She did not appreciate being spoken down to. It was all too common an occurrence. She refused to give him the satisfaction of her submission.
âYes. Iâm sure a walk would be most pleasant.â The ride had been long and tiring, but now that she was rested she would like to look around. Even if the company was not quite to her liking. She was not sure what to think of this man; he was polite enough, but there was an unpleasant undertone. She did not like it.
