Part 17:
link “Dinner will be served momentarily. I hope Du like roast duck,” Queen Annis greets them in the hall where abendessen has been set for them.
“Oh—” Arthur starts, about to give away that it is not one of Gwen’s Favoriten when she squeezes his arm hard and interrupts.
“It sounds lovely, thank you,” she says with a smile. Arthur looks down at her and she shoots him a look that says
I’m being polite; shut up. “Please, Arthur,” Annis motions to a chair to the right of her own...
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