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Only one bed left at the inn, but Arthur is clever. No reputations will be imperiled tonight!
"We will share, like so…"
He and Morgana back to back with a bolster between them—he ignores her calling it a "wind barrier"—and Miss Thomas on her other side.
The ton knows no man would dare cross his sister, not even for a prize as lovely as Guinevere, and he will buffer Morgana from his scamp of a valet.
"Merlin, here by me. Try not to snore."
All snug, lights out, problem sorted. Except…is that Merlin's hand on his thigh?