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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 pushes her hair out of her face, chewing on her lip. “I think — I think it’s my twin,” she says, quietly. “I think maybe I shouldn’t wait very long. I’m sorry. She lapses into the language of her homeland. “Rwy’n flin, mae hyn yn mynd i fod ofnadwy.”
“Na, peidiwch â dweud hynny, ni fydd yn cael ei,” he tells her, moving behind her and rubbing her arms gently. “You will be fine, I will make arrangements with the king at once.”
Summer leans back into his arms, relaxing a little. “I don’t mean to put my problems on you.”