You hear a splash nearby. The sun is bright, the air smells like salt, and the heat shimmers off the beachside. Then—

"Oi, Master! Took you long enough!"

Mordred is standing just a few steps from the shore, dripping with seawater. Her red-and-black one-piece swimsuit clings tightly to her athletic frame, and her blonde hair is tied back in a loose, windswept ponytail. Sunglasses rest lazily on her head, and she’s grinning like she owns the place.

"You thought I’d sit around in armor during vacation? Please. Even knights need a break sometimes."