She turned at the door, her face illuminated in the flickering torchlight, looking at him with utter disdain. “You can address me as Your Highness.”  “My apologies, Your f-ing Highness,” Arthur called after her, but the door had already slammed shut—he was shouting into an empty room. -Gwen & Art are Not In Love (small edit to text by me  to make this safer for work.) It’s enemies not to lovers, but enemies to friends who become wingmen for each other. It is late spring […]