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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
His words spark another foolish worry in her mind. She doesn’t even know why she’s fretting over this so much, except that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that won’t let her alone. “What if it’s not you? I don’t want to go with some other knight escorting me.”
”Ask for me,” he tells her simply.
She laces her fingers with his, hurrying to keep up with his long stride. “Do you think he’ll know? About us? He might … forbid you from seeing me.”