Part 28:
linkQueen Guinevere’s birthday
“Happy birthday, Love,” Arthur whispers into Guinevere’s ear, besar it softly. Gwen scrunches in her sleep, not wanting to wake yet.
“Go away,” she mumbles, pulling the blanket over her head.
“But I have a gift for you,” he says, pulling her closer, into the circulo, círculo of his arms.
“You gave me that last night. Twice,” she says.
He laughs. “Not
that. Well, I mean, unless…”
“
Arthur.”
“Honestly....
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