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link Finally the feast winds down, and Arthur and Guinevere are able to make their exit. As they walk through the corridors to their shared chambers (another thing Arthur insisted upon, once again mostrare disregard for years of tradition), Gwen’s mind drifts back to their wedding the precedente week.
Or, più specifically, their wedding night.
He was so nervous, though he’d deny it to his last breath. So was I. The culmination of five years of longing, hoping, despairing, wishing, and praying was about to happen...
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