“Had to get you all to myself, honey,” she purred. “Because, you know… you’re Guinevere. Or so I hear.”
She put a red-gloved finger to her pursed lips, eyes wide in Betty Boop surprise. “How lucky for me! It’s awfully convenient that the new Guinevere just happens to be in town when the old one dies under murderous circumstances days before Arthur begins his ascent towards the throne. Awfully convenient for the Red-Handed League’s hidden spy, anyway - that’d be me - that the new Guinevere is a terrible judge of character.”
I couldn’t read a thing off of her. My supposedly fine-tuned sense of other people putting on an act wasn’t going off at all. But she was so over the top!
“You’re not-“ I started.
“Prove it,” she snapped. She turned to her beefcake.
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