“A prince’s favour is a precious commodity,” his father once told him before taking his favourite horse away.
Arthur had taken the lesson to heart, doling out equal camaraderie to noblemen’s sons and equal flattery to their daughters.
Except he had slipped horribly-over Merlin, of all people-and it was no use to protest that he’s mine or you gave
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*reads the drabble* Oh. Oh. Love the last line (esp. the parenthesis)
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I'll see what I can do >=D
Thank you <3
I like how the last line turned out too =)
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