[ The feeling is mutual, to some degree, although Gwenhwyfar doesn't really see him as a tool. An idiot, sometimes, sure, but not a tool. She doesn't let him know that, however, any sort of softness that might come up is buried down.
Because the battle-hardened Queen of the Britons does not want to be seen as anything but strong. About the only thing, she'll let slip is the pleased noise she lets loose for having the back of her hair grabbed.
She doesn't mind a little force, she's used to it. Anything else would be too confusing. Through the tussle of white locks, Gwenhwyfar takes a breath to adjust herself.
And there are times she just can't help herself, turning to him, her voice a whisper and flat as a pancake. ]
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Because the battle-hardened Queen of the Britons does not want to be seen as anything but strong. About the only thing, she'll let slip is the pleased noise she lets loose for having the back of her hair grabbed.
She doesn't mind a little force, she's used to it. Anything else would be too confusing. Through the tussle of white locks, Gwenhwyfar takes a breath to adjust herself.
And there are times she just can't help herself, turning to him, her voice a whisper and flat as a pancake. ]
Oh, do hold back your excitement, penpidyn.