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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.”
Winter tries, and fails, to contain a cascade of giggles.
“He is not still so obedient,” Summer informs her, which brings more giggles from the two of them together.
Winter shoots back, “All the more suited to you, chwaer.”
They turn identical gazes on him, smiling.
A light chuckle passes his lips but he is not entirely sure as to what he was laughing at in truth. “Obedient as to what?” Mordred questions, his brows pulling together as he observed the two of them. “Does she know something I don’t?”
“You must once have been obedient, to ride backwards in accordance with an ancient tradition told you by your knight-brothers,” Winter explains. “But I think you are not so obedient now.” She puts her head to one side, eyes narrowing. “What was it you came here to speak to Summer about?”