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I could still feel Archer's hands on me when I made it back to the gate. Royal was waiting for me just on the other side. I bounded through the archway and skidded to a stop in front of him. He looked me up and down, raising one eyebrow.
"Archer,” I mumbled, he smiled and walked up to the house.
As I crossed the lawn, minions ran to greet me, with lots of smiles and even a few songs. I walked through the crowd shaking hands and giving hugs. A sweet little village was starting to take shape; the tents were neatly organised, the cooking fires were well attended. I had no idea just how many squirrels were on my property, but judging by the tiny carcasses spinning above the flames, it was a lot. The minions looked more relaxed than I'd ever seen them.
I found my friends congregatin
