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Today was Camelot’s first proper tournament since Lancelot had been officially knighted.
Elaine could practically feel his heartbeat as she fastened his armour.
“Do you remember the tournament where we first met?”
“Where I nearly died?”
“Where you won.”
Lancelot looked at the floor. Elaine gently tilted his face to meet hers.
“You’ll win this one too.”
Knowing it was pointless to argue, he simply offered her a thankful smile.
“I have something for you.”
She pulled a piece of fabric from her satchel, the same one she’d given him at the Astolat tournament, and tied it around his arm.