It was a game that Guinevere started quite kwa accident.
“Guinevere?” Arthur enters the royal chambers, looking for his wife. Where is she? I actually had something to talk to her about… He walks towards the sleeping quarters. “Love?” he asks. He stands with his hands on his hips, looking around.
His eyes land on the bed. Right in the center is one of Gwen’s white linen handkerchiefs; identical to the one she gifted him back at her house. Unconsciously his hand drifts to his chest, his hand resting against his...
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