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    “I’m being told to say something about cake… No one wants cake, do they? Surely not. But if anyone is interested in such a thing, Arthur and Gwen will be doing their thing over there,” Minstrel points, “like, now.”
    It’s not really an actual cake. What has been wheeled out into the parlor is a table, tableau covered in cupcakes. Some are on a beautiful tiered stand and some are scattered around the table. They are beautiful. And they are filled. Arthur and Gwen have each chosen a flavor: citron with a cream cheese filling for Arthur,...

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A/N: Post 4x09.
Hope it's not confusing. The * marks flashback/flahback end


Cold. It was so cold. Cold And dark. She was freezing and shaking. The small feu made of try twigs and leaves couldn’t warm her. She was La Reine des Neiges inside. There was no hope left in her.
But she wouldn’t give up. Even if she felt weak and alone she had to remind her to stay strong. For him. For Camelot. She wouldn’t let her win.
It was late in the night. Her dress was drenched from the unwillingly bath she has taken and stuck uncomfortable and cold to her skin. She was tired but she wouldn’t allow...