‘Uther,’ Morgana said looking up from her plate, ‘I was wondering, if perhaps I could maybe, possibly, go on a pilgrimage to my father’s grave’
‘After what happened last time?’ Uther scoffed.
‘But I haven’t been to my father’s grave in over a year, it is not far-’
‘Far enough to be attacked by bandits’
‘But I would have guards with me and Gwen
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