“Wake up,” Summer murmurs in Mordred’s ear. She kisses his cheek. “I’ve brought you breakfast, fy nhariad.”

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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.”  

She can’t contain the spluttered laughter. “Why in the world would he think that?”

       ”Just a thought.”

Following him out into the corridor, Summer lifts a brow at him, eyes dancing with mischief. “Do you normally bullshit the king?”