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And the number of dead, snarky princes in the bar has gone up by one.

Mordred's at his normal table by the front door, carving something.

He might even tell you what it is.

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"Oh indeed."

She shrugs and shakes her head.

"That is not important, really. I wanted to talk to you. Tell you something." Something she's obviously a little nervous about.

"I'm all ears."

"I am going to bring the boys here, for a while, anyway. To see how... everyone adjusts." She watches him carefully.

He is silent for a moment.

"Thought you might."

"I just wanted to let you know in advance. Whenever I can leave, I will likely bring them back soon after."

She pauses. "Would you want to see them at all?"

"I probably shouldn't, but. Yes. I do."

All right." She nods. "We can arrange something then."

"Mmm-hmm."

She sighs. Loudly.

"Fine. That is all I wanted to say."

"Oh, nothing else?"

Then, looking a bit more serious,

"If you see a man with blue eyes and auburn hair...don't trust him."

"No, that was everything. Should there be something else?"

She thinks about his last comment for a moment. "I... Aphelise? I have met him already. He seemed pleasant enough."

"...fucking bastard." Mordred's eyes go blank. Never a good sign.

"He is from Bran's world. Also known as the Dark Rider, for in Bran's world there is actually good and evil. And he is evil. Escaped into my world once, we had to drag him back."

"Oh." There's that word again. She tilts her head and looks a little alarmed herself. "What is the version of you like in that world?"

"As far as I am aware...a lot like me, and your version. Except that, in the end, he went over to the Dark."

"So he knows who I am, then." She sighs. "And the boys... maybe I should not bring them after all."

"Let me put it this way...he hurts them? Merlion, Bran, myself, and probably lady Angahred, not to mention my mother, will kill him."

She looks down and nods slowly.

"Of course." A soft sigh. "Good night, Mordred." She turns and heads for the stairs.

Quietly, once she's out of earshot,

"Night, dear."

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