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"You should take this, too."
After handing Arthur the Ring of Gyges, I now offered him my sword. The sword had belonged to my grandfather, Sir Galahad, the second of his name. My mother had stolen it when she'd run away from Camelot to marry my dad.
She'd been a thief too. Even though the sword was her birthright. But no one called her a thief, not to her face anyway, because she'd run away. Once again, I'd be following in my parents' footsteps.
I'd told Arthur everything. That I'd had the ring since coming back from Rome. That I'd never once considered following his orders to stay and not go after Nia—but he obviously knew that. That I was responsible for breaking the treaty between the realms.
He listened quietly. And by quietly I mean he didn't say any words, but his dark gaze s
