“Wake up,” Summer murmurs in Mordred’s ear. She kisses his cheek. “I’ve brought you breakfast, fy nhariad.”

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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.”  

“Are you always this intelligent in the morning? Of course I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” She wants to spend all the time she can with him. Perching on the edge of the bed, she offers him the tray.