Part 1:
link Guinevere stretches, waking from an unintended nap.
I wonder how late it is? I only meant to lay down for a moment to rest my feet. She turns, and something hard and pointy jabs her hip.
“Oh!”
What the…? Arthur’s crown is sitting in the middle of the bed.
Naughty, Arthur. There? Honestly? She swings her feet to the floor, crown in hand. On a whim, she tries it on. It slides down over her head, stopping when it hits her nose, blocking...
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