Igraine of Cornwall
Camelot mythos
518 words
It had taken Igraine a long time to fall asleep. Parts of her body that she did not even know existed were sore and aching. Every movement she had made, she had cried out in pain. Guenevere's druid had helped, though. He had brought a warm drink that had slid down her throat with the greastest of ease. She
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