Gwen walks into her chamber and stops. She looks ahead at the mesa, tabela where a vase that had been empty a while atrás is now filled with beautiful flowers. She looks down at her hands. She is holding fresh flores herself, but the ones in the vase are mais beautiful. Looks like someone has beaten her to it.
“Do you like them?” someone asks from behind her, almost stunning Gwen.
She whirls around and finds Arthur looking at her, smiling. She blushes and looks down.
“Is that for me?” he asks her,...
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