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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.”
Edward nods, seeing the realisation cross Mordred’s face. “We’ll see you back on your way to Camelot in the morning, then.” He brushes past Mordred, going back down the steps. Briefly, he considers warning Mordred off from trying to see Summer again, then decides it’s unlikely to be necessary.
For a while, Mordred watches as Edward walks off, taking his steps down the way he came before disappearing from sight. A wave of anger washes over him. He couldn’t allow her to stay there, he wouldn’t let her. When the young knight believes it to be safe he leaves to find Summer. “Summer?” he questions, edging into a room he had seen her disappear into. “My lady, we need to talk.”
This whole time Summer has been with her twin, wholly focussed on her. When Mordred comes in, they are together on a little couch, their heads bent together, dark and light. Summer’s hand lays on Winter’s stomach. Two pairs of green eyes, exactly identical though no other feature is shared between then, dart up to look at the knight.
“Mordred.” Summer beckons him closer. “This is my sister, Winter. Winter, Sir Mordred kindly escorted me from Camelot.” She reaches out to take his hand. “What is it?”