Chapter Twenty-Nine
Arthur brushed Morgan’s hair from her temple. Then he tangled his fingers in the dark locks. She was so beautiful. He’d never taken a moment to really look at her until the past few days. In the past, she’d always been a blur of motion and mischief.
She was still now. Had been for three days.
When they’d returned home from Cardiff, he’d moved her from the infirmary into his room – their room as soon as both Gwin and Igraine had diagnosed her as being in a magically induced coma and not in any physical danger. There was no telling when she would wake up. It could be a couple of days. It could be a couple of months. However long it took her body to heal.
Morgan shifted on the bed. She sighed, parting those beautiful lips. Her closed eyes twitched beneath the lids. But
