and here's to you
( continued)
Sometime after midnight, Morgause stirs in the midst of the wide bed, among the sheets that until a few hours ago were fresh as the day she left. Her fingers trace the length of Sagramore's arm, lingering. "So," she murmurs. "Art thou repaid?"
Sometime after midnight, Morgause stirs in the midst of the wide bed, among the sheets that until a few hours ago were fresh as the day she left. Her fingers trace the length of Sagramore's arm, lingering. "So," she murmurs. "Art thou repaid?"