ArthurGwen Confessions (5)

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    Guinevere stretches, waking from an unintended nap. I wonder how late it is? I only meant to lay down for a moment to rest my feet.
    She turns, and something hard and pointy jabs her hip.
    “Oh!” What the…?
    Arthur’s crown is sitting in the middle of the bed.
    Naughty, Arthur. There? Honestly?
    She swings her feet to the floor, crown in hand. On a whim, she tries it on. It slides down over her head, stopping when it hits her nose, blocking...

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    “All right, children,” Mr. Gaius says as he snaps off the music. At his words, the bodies on the floor gradually wind to a halt.
    He calls them ‘children,’ a term of endearment actually, as they are all in their twenties. But to 70-year-old Mr. Gaius, they are indeed little more than children.
    “I have an assignment for you all,” he continues, and most of the dancers stifle their groans.
    “Assignment? I didn’t think this was that kind of class!” Gwaine...