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“Handfasting adds another layer to the games
She’ll be a beautiful prize for the winner,” John said between bites
“Who are the knights?” Fin asked while glancing around the roo as they have a horse But Gwen’s men always prevail Not too a look and a quick nod
“I’d like to talk to my friend in private” Tara told the Neanderthal He didn’t budge
“If I aive me some space”
He didn’t even smile
“Listen, as your queen, princess or whatever, I demand you leave” She pointed to the entrance of the tent
Knowing she was losing Tara by the second, Cassy spoke out “Hey Bruno?” She took his arot hi, but only outside the doorway
“There” Cassy brushed her hands together
“You just need to knohat to say”
“I thought he’d never leave”
“It’s not so bad” Cassy picked up a brush and ran it through her hair
“For you, you can walk out of here without being chased Bruno won’t leave me for a minute” They came up with Bruno on their own He never volunteered a name, and only spoke when he had too And that wasn’t often
“You have to admit the rooarded their spacious tent The thing was so large, it could have held seven others The beds were feather soft and draped in gold silk She stared into a floor length mirror, and marveled at her reflection
“We have been transported to the es as much as we can be” Tara picked up her skirt and let it fall to the floor
“Gwen has seen to our every need” Cassy popped a grape in her , h” Not that Tara looked forward to seeing her again So about the woht The lady had only been nice to thes
Cassy certainly had In fact, Cassy hadn’t stopped singing the praises of Madame Gwen since they met the old bat
No o down as one of Cassy’s better ideas in the end
They were busy taking pictures of the rooeneric Brunos at her side
Gwen dominated the space with her presence
Her robes were less like a Gypsy’s and more like a queen Her ar In the light of day, the wo and doesn’t suit her
“I see you’re settled in,” Gwen said to Cassy
“Yes, we are Thank you so
These clothes are marvelous, and this tent is so much nicer than the one ere in before I’lad you did”
“And you?” Gwen turned to Tara “All of this suits you?”
“The dresses feel like they were made for me,”