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I turned to my brother, who was doing a great impression of the Edvard Munch painting, The Scream. His mouth was open, his eyes wide, and his hands were on either side of his face

“Close your eyes, Arthur.” “What?” “Close your eyes. You owe me a few seconds."“Titch, why do I need to close my eyes?” “Because I don’t want you to see this.” I threw myself into Bedivere’s arms and spread my mouth across his warm lips. He held me tightly, as his stubble scraped my face. I could hear Arthur spluttering and choking behind me, but I didn’t care."

i want a Bedivere...minus the Lady Puke,thank you very much.

“I wouldn’t speak to me like that if you know what’s good for you.” Slurpy’s top lip curled. “What are you going to do, bitch me to death?” well she's coo but it's like asking slurpy

““Retire to my chamber? Do you want a slap around the head? You sound like my brother."
"Then you would do well to heed to your brother’s judgment,” said David, rather pompously. “Arthur’s word is law and must be obeyed.” “And pigs will fly,”

“Forget the knee, and I don’t need you to kiss my hand, or say Hail Mary, turn around three times or do any of those knightly things, just say you’ll help me find Bedivere.” “It is getting late, Lady Natasha,” said David, squirming under my grip. I realised to my horror that I probably had his nipples twisted in the fabric of his shirt. I let go quickly and he gasped with relief"

“Betrothed?” “Natasha…” “Betrothed?” “This is not how it…” “BETROTHED?” I screamed. “Are you telling me that you’re engaged?” Not even Gareth could keep me from launching myself at Bedivere, who was taken by surprise as I fell on top of him. My fists pummelled his chest and face as we sprawled into the dirt. “You disgusting, two-timing piece of crap,”

Arthur. I was finally getting closer to finding my brother. I whooped with delight and threw my arms around Bedivere’s neck. Before I realised what I was doing, my mouth had clamped down hard on his"