“Kaylee,” he said, repeating her name. “What a lovely name.” Guy assumed from her name that she came from a family of Irish cooks or monks. Fryers of one type or another. She had the most amazing smile.
Sir Guy smiled as he walked with Kaylee. He wished he were more familiar with what The City had to offer. It would not be easy to try to court the young lady if he didn’t know if there were tournaments to take her to or trails for them to go riding on. He didn’t even know yet if there were any horses here.
Regardless, he would find a way to win her heart.
“You say you are a mechanic?” He had no idea what that was, but it sounded like a religious sect from the Germanic regions. “I, myself, am a catholic. I did fight with some Teutonic knights in the Holy Land. Perhaps some of them were mechanics.”
Guy walked Kaylee to the park. It was a much better setting for romance than The City’s streets. “If I had my horse, I would take you for a ride. But I fear we will have to settle with sitting by the lake. If that is alright with you, milady.”