This was inspired por a recent Pick. Started as a response and turned into a mini-mini-Fanfic, my first.
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He holds her pert waist as they twirl around the room together, to the sweet music, the sound of the alaúde entrances them.
The courtiers watch their King and his future queen glide across the floor of the Great Hall, dancing so expertly that they seem to be almost floating.
Guinevere looks up at her love, into his twinkling blue eyes; she can almost see her reflection in them. His lips are curled up at the corners, she knows he is happy because he is smiling, as she is. She...
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