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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 turns around, pulling his head down for a kiss. “Much too good to me.”
He smiles, pulling away and kissing her cheek. “I’ll go talk to Arthur.”
She hesitates, then, “Can I go with you?” Maybe it is time she stops trying to pretend there’s no one but her and him in the castle at Camelot.
Or maybe it’s just her worry, pushing her to make sure there’s somewhere to come /back/ to.