Chapter Seventeen
The moment we stepped through the door from Champagne and back into the throne room of Camelot, we all parted ways. Gwin and Lance went in opposite directions from each other, neither saying a word.
Arthur called the remaining knights to him. They took their seats around the table and were informed of Merlin being alive, as well as of his treachery. Arthur didn’t speak harshly of Gwin’s role in the events, playing her up as a victim instead of an accomplice.
I knew that the brothers hadn’t always seen eye to eye. I’d had the same impression of the elder prince of Camelot that Lance had—that he was a bit entitled. But I had always chalked that up to his poor health and fragility. Just look at the mountain of a father and younger brother he had to measure up to.
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