It was late morning and the bright sun was gleaming through the windows. There were already servants teaming through the corridors and sweeping through the castle going about their errands and cleaning up after last night’s festivities.
Guinevere looked around her. She was lying in a large four-poster bed that sat against the wall. There were two large wooden doors opposite her, and to her right a wall of windows. Two of them were open blowing out a sheer stream of white material and a cool breeze that swept over her skin. She lay where she was for a few moments just resting her eyes and...
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