Dressed in that green dress that frees up her arms, that cinches her waist and the cái chụp, cái nắp, nắp động cơ neckline kisses her skin, Guinevere made her way down to the courtyard. Arthur was with his manservant Merlin who hadn’t been được trao the morning off and was currently saddling. a. horse.
“You do know I can’t ride”
“You’re not riding, I am, and bạn will be behind me.” Arthur đã đưa ý kiến smugly, packing a canteen in the saddlebag.
“On a horse,” The horror started seeping in, Guinevere looked wildly around her hoping her father may be somewhere and confine her to her chambers for even being near...