"Happy Christmas, Uncle Merlin!"
natal morning dawned bright and early. The winter months spent in the guest tower would have been freezing if not for some of Merlin’s encantada fire, which made the place feel almost like their cottage in the country. Nevertheless it wasn’t exactly the same and Belle found herself missing their old início terribly. Still, she did her best to be cheerful and woke up early on natal morning to gather her presents for Merlin, Archimedes and Arthur from the tronco, porta-malas under her cama where she had hidden them.
“Happy Christmas, Uncle Merlin!” she smiled, brightly when he was awake. “Happy...
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