Gwen & Art Are Not in Love by Lex Croucher EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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When Gwen woke up, she knew she’d had the dream again – and that she’d
been loud. She knew she’d had the dream because she was feeling
exhilarated, loose-limbed and a little flushed in the face; she knew she’d
been vocal about it because Agnes, the dark-haired lady-in-waiting who
slept in the adjoining chamber, kept biting her lip to keep from laughing and
wouldn’t look her in the eye.
‘Agnes,’ Gwen said, sitting up in bed and fixing her with a well-practised
and rather imperious look. ‘Don’t you have water to fetch, or something?’
‘Yes, your highness,’ said Agnes, giving a little curtsy and then rushing
from the room. Gwen sighed as she stared up at the bed hangings, lush
velvet heavy with embroidery. It was probably a mistake to send her away
so soon – she was young and flighty, and would likely be off gossiping with
anybody she encountered. At least Gwen’s nocturnal exploits wouldn’t stay
top billing for long. Today was no ordinary day; tournament season was
finally upon them. Any mortifying morsels Agnes slipped the other ladiesin-waiting would be forgotten in all the excitement by noon.
When Agnes came back with a pitcher of water Gwen stepped out of bed,
raised her arms above her head so that Agnes could remove the thin tunic
she slept in, and then stood yawning and blinking in the early morning light
as she was scrubbed and oiled to within an inch of her life. Agnes was just
easing a new shift over Gwen’s shoulders when the door was nudged open
and a tall, pale, copper-haired young man walked in, his head buried in a
stack of parchment.
‘Have you seen this?’ he said, not lifting his eyes from the page.
‘Er. Gabriel,’ Gwen said, looking at him incredulously. ‘I’m not dressed.’
‘Aren’t you?’ Gabriel looked up and frowned at her briefly, as if she had
removed her clothes just to inconvenience him. ‘Oh. Sorry.’
‘The Greeks wrote a lot of plays about this sort of thing,’ Gwen said, as
Agnes rushed over with a dress to cover her, her fair skin flushing a delicate
pink. Her blushes were probably less to do with the impropriety of the
situation and more to do with the fact that almost every woman at court
harboured a persistent crush on her brother.
Many had tried to catch his eye,
and so far, all had failed. He wasn’t really one for talking at all, unless it
was to Gwen. She had always held this as a point of pride.
‘The Greeks wrote a lot of plays about putting on dresses?’ he asked
now, brow still furrowed, as Agnes yanked the dress inelegantly over
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