“I would never keep anything from you, Ramses; you know that!"
“What?”
Ariel looked up at her husband, who was tacking up his horses, ready for a chariot practise. There was to be a great race that week in honour of a visiting noblewoman, Lady Maleficent, and Ramses and Moses were about to practise by having a short race of their own. Ariel frowned, losing the sunny glow that had been about her all week. “What do Ты mean, what? I don’t know what Ты mean.”
“You’ve been strangely happy lately,” Ramses told her, grinning. “Like you’re hiding something.”
“Maybe I am,” she teased.
“Ariel, we shouldn’t have secrets.”
She laughed....
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