Sir HairSwishus' Luscious Mane

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    Lunch took longer than expected, so they ride swifter after they eat, slowing occasionally to let the cavalli rest some.
    “I must say Guinevere, te did impress me back there,” Arthur says, dropping back to ride beside his wife for a bit.
    “Thank you. I tried to be brave, but my cuore was pounding like a frightened rabbit,” she admits.
    “Well, it did not show. I am also impressed that te still wanted lunch after all that… all that carnage,” he chuckles.
    “I’ve...

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DISCLAIMER: For the purposes of my story, I've decided to make the Arthurian legend an obscure one. So please suspend your disbelief for me.

    Gwen is sorting through boxes. Arthur left for work an ora and a half ago, with much whining and carrying on about not wanting to leave. Gwen laughed at him and pushed him out the door, but she was not looking inoltrare, avanti to the successivo two days alone in this new place. “At least I have something to do,” she says aloud, deciding to tackle the dreaded cucina straight away.
    Do whatever te like, Arthur...