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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.”
Before they get to the door, though, Edward emerges, hands clasped behind his back. “Sir Mordred!” he calls. “A word, if you would be so kind.”
Mordred’s jaw locked, turning slightly to see Edward and internally, the young knight sighs. “Of course.”
“Walk with me.” Edward begins a loop about the courtyards, castlefolk scattering before his stride. “How do you come to know my sister?”