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It was like a gravitational force.
Like two opposing ends of a magnet being drawn together. Like the push and pull of the ocean tides.
They defied all odds, even their predestined failure. A predetermined future they learned to change. Fix.
They stood tall; they stood together.
When emotions ran high, when they grew angry and frustrated—not even then could they stay parted for long. They understood, they spoke, they listened, they grew, and they loved.
They were like magnets, always drawn together.
And the people would say: “Gods have mercy on whoever dared separate the Kings of Camelot.”