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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.”
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.”
Mordred nods, listening intently as Summer explains the situation to him. “It does sound a tad bit complicated,” he admits. “I believe women not being able to inherit is a silly idea,” he adds after a few moments before he turns his attention to the door. “Good thing I’m only a knight and not highborn.”
“Well, not /only/,” Summer murmurs, laughing softly. She pushes the door open and gestures him inside. “Will you be able to pass the time before dinner, or shall I stay and amuse you?”