and when I’m beheaded, at least I was wedded

[anna_morcades]

This has not been Morgause's week, and the end of it finds her lying on her bed in her thin summer nightdress, with her unbound hair scattered around her and her face buried in her arms.

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[le_desirous]

After a little while Sagramore lets himself in, not knocking for once, and sits down beside her on the bed, and strokes her hair.

[anna_morcades]

She stiffens under his hand, then relaxes again, not looking up.

[le_desirous]

"He came, did he?"

[anna_morcades]

Another tense pause. "Mm."