I l’amour you, Guinevere. plus than toi can imagine

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    “I’m sorry, Mr. Pendragon, I don’t know if I’ll be able to montrer those houses to toi and your wife,” the realtor’s voice says over the phone. It’s clear he’s not exactly excited about speaking with Arthur.
    “Would toi care to be a little plus specific, Mr. Borden?” Arthur asks.
    “Well, it’s a problem of… neighborhoods, toi see…” he starts uncomfortably.
    “Not any clearer.”
    “May I be blunt with you?” he finally says.
    “...

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    “Merlin?” Gwen gasps, blinking her eyes and wiping her face.
    “I’m… I’m sorry, Gwen,” he says, his voice soft, almost inaudible.
    She stands and walks to him. “Sorry? You’re sorry?” she exclaims. “You were supposed to protect him! toi were supposed to take care of him, make him better!” she shouts, tears starting anew, and she realizes she is pummeling his thin chest with her clenched fists.
    “You were supposed to bring him accueil to me!” she sobs, pounding him mercilessly....

    Arthur struggles to walk as the pain seeps deeper into his heart. He clutches the wound tightly on his stomach and staggers forward. All around him, knights lie dead. It hurts him to see all his friends, his brothers at arms, lying dead in a battle caused par none other than his sister; another Pendragon. She knows them all. She herself had many times treated their wounds, laughed and joked with them, visited their families and been protected par their valor. They are her family as well as his. How can she turn her back on them? Why didn’t she feel any remorse in killing...