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[sacrificing]

[Despite the whole 'so you've been asleep for fifty years, welcome to this war-torn land, enjoy your stay and sorry about your powers', Catty actually really loves the land of Loria. For one thing, she's dead back home anyway. That's probably something not a lot of people could say - or think - with such ease, but she got used to it when she had been trapped in the Underworld, her body cold, dead. This is a much more preferable situation. She's gotten into the habit of checking her pulse a couple of times a day, and she finds comfort in the beat of her heart against her fingers.

thump thump

It's perfect.

She's leaning against window sill of the shack her and Arthur have taken over. Pendragon Mansion. There's a suitable taste of irony in the words, especially considering that he's the future king.

The king of Camelot.

She glances at him from over her shoulder.

The prince of Camelot, living in a small home with a dead girl that makes no secret of her powers in a dirty village frequently attacked by all manner of creatures.]

So, what are the plans for today? Dragon fighting, searching for unicorn droppings, rescuing damsels from towers?

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cries at how beautiful it is

[sacrificing]

The difficulties are the adventure. I swear, you're like some crochety old mans shaking a cane at kids playing on his yard.

[Catty takes his hand when he offers it, reveling in the way he looks at her, the way he smirks. This place is almost as close to heaven as she's going to get, and considering they were literally in hell last time, well.

She nods as he gives his ultimatums, her lips tracing a path from his temple and down his jawline, even though she wears a mock serious expression.] Oh, of course. These seem like very reasonable terms, your highness.