And the Britannia meeting shall comence...
[Royal loli is happily relaxing and leading against a tree. The sun is bright and the ever present butterflies are zigzagging in the sky, some of them pausing to perch on the loli's sandy blonde hair. Oh, isn't Spring the best season of the year? It's also the perfect time for courtly romance? Written in braille, of course.
"Good morrow, Sir Gawain," said that fair lady; "ye are but a careless sleeper, since one can enter thus. Now are ye taken unawares, and lest ye escape me I shall bind you in your bed; of that be ye assured!" Oooooh.
[insert sounds of page turning and giggling]
"Good morrow, Sir Gawain," said that fair lady; "ye are but a careless sleeper, since one can enter thus. Now are ye taken unawares, and lest ye escape me I shall bind you in your bed; of that be ye assured!" Oooooh.
[insert sounds of page turning and giggling]