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Arriving back at the castle, I stabled Achila. It was well after lunch as I entered the back door. The dining hall was empty and cleaned. Even though people had their own homes and fully functioning kitchens, everyone still liked to eat together for all meals. It was strange, like an American Thanksgiving three times a day. Except there weren't many arguments. Other than Morgan condescending any and everything Arthur said.
I stomped the muck from my ride off my boots and padded down the hall to the kitchen. I'd managed to not only keep my toes but also my boots after my run-in with the water witch. It was weird that someone who'd never walked or worn any shoes had a shoe fetish. But I guess we all want something outside of our reach. Or in Viviane's case, outside her step.
I didn't k
