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“I’ll be fine” she sighed. “I just need to sit down for a moment is all” she gave him a small smile.
Wiping the tears from her cheeks he gave her a small smile, “Take all the time you need love.”
Moving from Arthur she went and sat down pulling the ropes he put on her close. “Sorry about this, and please tell no one.”
“Why should you apologize? And of course I won’t care, I’m not that cruel.” Arthur sighed and continued his reading.
“I can’t afford to be weak right now, you should know that” she got up walking over to him looking over his shoulder, curious to what he was reading.
“You can tonight with me in a safe room that no one but a few monks and Francis knows about.” He turned the page and smiled as he began to get into the more intense parts of Macbeth.
“You drive a hard bargain but all right” she sat down next to him looking at the pages he was reading trying to follow along.
Noticing her trying to read along he smirked, “Would you like me to read some of it to you?”
“Do you mind?” she smiled back at him.
“Not at all.” And Arthur began to try to read the play as best he could. Putting all the infliction and desire in his voice that the characters had. He tried to change the script written story into an exciting narrative for her, it was the least he could do.
She listened closely intrigued by how he played it out with his voice. Giggling at his effort, it was very sweet. End of the world or not he was still a gentlemen. And a kind friend, been awhile since someone showed her any kindness.
He smiled at her and pulled her in closer to him, never missing a beat in his long sense memorized story.
She had never felt more comfortable then now. If only for awhile it was peaceful. She looked up putting images to the words he was saying.
Arthur, quickly finished, as the last few acts were rather short, but he couldn’t bear to stop his stories to her. She seemed so at peace, a feeling so rare in this day and age. He began to tell the story of Banquo’s descendants, the kings of England from long past, telling their tales like only he knew until night had long since fallen and his stomach began to growl.