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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 manages to control her face at Mordred’s blatant lie, biting at her lips and giving the king her most appealing, helpless-girl look. “I-if Sir Mordred could escort me — it’s just Dover … “
Arthur’s eyes flick back and forth between the two, clearly pondering. “Just the one?” He lifts a hand, dismissing any insult on Mordred’s part. “Mordred is a fine knight, don’t get me wrong.”
She looks to Mordred for help, and back to the king. “I shouldn’t think — I’m not very important, I don’t need more than the one … ” Inspiration strikes. “Surely if there’s just the two of us, it will be safer, we will attract less attention.”
He had to resist the urge to cock a brow, choosing to ignore Arthur’s comment. “Dover isn’t all that dangerous but there are a few dangers,” he tells him. “It would be quick, at a hard day’s ride, but just in case.”
“I’ll expect you to send me a message if you aren’t back within a week, Mordred,” Arthur says, making up his mind. “My good wishes to your father, Summer, and safety on the journey. Go on.” He bends back to his papers, clearly dismissing them.