This is where my 500-word submission came from. I wrote this, then chopped it. I promised some of bạn that I'd put the long version up, so here it is.
It was late. Guinevere had just finished tending to the king, who was finally sleeping. She could finally go home. It had been a long ngày and she was tired. All she wanted to do now was go home, take her shoes off and sit down. True, her workload had decreased significantly thanks to Arthur, but the days started early and ended late. Looking after Uther wasn’t exactly an enjoyable task for her, but she took pride in her...
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