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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 wraps her hands around his wrists, clinging. “I’m just a bargaining chip to him, a thing he can use to buy what he wants. I don’t care what he says. Don’t leave me here.”
Without so much as another syllable Mordred wraps his arms around her, bringing her lips to his, “I won’t, I promise.”
Summer gives herself up to his kiss, desperately holding on. When they finally break apart, she pulls herself up. “Did anyone show you your rooms? Mother prefers that men don’t go armoured to dinner, and my siblings aren’t my only family.” It’s a feeble attempt to change the subject.