Part 7:
link Guinevere is sitting up in bed. It is late, very late, but she cannot sleep. Her mind is reeling from the day. She has some needlework in her lap that she’s been absentmindedly working at, but her mind is not on this task at all. She’s been sewing with an empty needle for the past three minutes, in fact. Her eyes keep straying to the ring on her finger and Arthur’s heartfelt declaration.
Me. Tom the blacksmith’s daughter. Future Queen of Camelot. How did this happen? What did I do to become so blessed? Did Arthur talk to Elyan about this? I knew he...
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