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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 leans back to look into his face. “You do know that he’s only my brother by marriage, right?” Not that the law cares; by blood or by marriage Edward still has quite a lot of power over her. She presses her lips together and takes Mordred’s hand. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
“No, I didn’t, he struts around like he is your biological brother and makes laws like he is as such.” Mordred smiles, “yes, do show me, please.”
Tugging him along through halls of pale stone, she explains, “Our father, our birth father, who held this castle, he died when we were young.” Almost unconsciously she slips into a dualist mode of speech, herself and her twin as one unit. “We can’t inherit Dobria. Women can’t inherit. So Mother remarried, to a widowed knight. Edward is his son from that previous marriage.” Summer sighs. “It’s all a bit complicated, I guess.”
She leads him to an upper floor, and pauses in front of the first door there. “These are the rooms for highborn guests, knights and the like.”