Sarah
"Thank you, my lord, for dinner. It was all delicious," said Sarah as the various servants cleared the table.
Merlin headed for his master but he raised his hand. "Take care of Lady Sarah, I'll take care of George," so the raven prepared to follow his orders.
"Thank you so much for you," said Sarah with a smile.
Merlin lowered his eyes, blushing to the tips of his ears, and bowed his head slightly, "It's just my job.
"Helena and Johnny have already fixed your beds. Merlin will take you back to your rooms. I wish you a good night's sleep," Arthur said as he stood up from the table and bowed farewell to the twins, who stood up and reciprocated their guest's greetings.
"Here it is," the raven opened the door of the twin room, "I wish you a good night's sleep.
"Good night, Merlin" Honey answered first, who was already beginning to unbuckle the back of the dress, evidently no longer bearing to have it on her.
At that point Sarah, to avoid the legendary sorcerer feeling embarrassed again, entered to cover the view, leaning on the doorjamb with half a bust out "Sleep well, Merlin" greeted him with another smile.
"Thank you, my lady," the boy said goodbye.
Sarah then turned to her twin, "Would you stop poor Merlin from getting heart attacks?" she put her hands on her hips and looked at her in a doggerel.
"Come on, I wasn't doing anything wrong, was I? And then it's not my fault if she's embarrassed to see a little of female flesh uncovered. Something I find absurd since he's likely to be used to seeing Arthur completely naked to bathe him," said that sentence, and he got stuck in the act of taking off one of his arms, after which a mischievous smile came out on his lips that Sarah knew only too well.
"Don't you dare make inappropriate comments," she warned, pointing this at her index finger. The other simply raised her hands as a sign of surrender.
They remained in their petticoats, and then they put themselves under the covers.
"Anyway, the food they make in Tyrosh remains the best," mocked Honey. Both burst out laughing.
"But where did you get such an absurd name?" asked Sarah by sitting better on her side, turned to her sister's bed.
She settled up on her stomach, her arms behind her head and her eyes pointed to the ceiling. "From my beloved fantasy books, the ones you don't want to read because you say you're too bloody."
"The ones Jason gave you?" he asked without thinking about it.
"Yeah," Honey replied, sad, and the cheerful atmosphere that had been created between them seemed to freeze suddenly. "I should have been with him at the cinema tonight, not having dinner with Prince Arthur," he then added, in his voice, a reprimand that Sarah could not explain.
She wanted to say something like "you'll see that we'll find a way back" or "everything will be all right" but it just seemed empty phrases made, and in any case, the sister did not give her time, because she turned away wishing her good night and closing every speech.
The next morning Sarah woke up to hear the sound of thunder and rain beating insistently against the windows. When she got out of bed, she realized she was alone, and a myriad of questions went through her head. What time was it? What if some servants had come to wake them up for breakfast, and she hadn't heard from them? Oh, my God, she didn't dare to think about the hypothetical bad figure she might have made.
When Honey returned to her room, she would say four things for not instructing her on how it worked in the morning at the time.
No, she should have asked the other on the questions, but her thoughts had been elsewhere, and she ended up neglecting that little detail.
She put on her green dress again and went out, closing the door.
When she left in search of her sister, in the labyrinthine corridors of the immense castle she ended up clashing with a servant: the poor man was holding a basket in his hands, which fell to the ground and spilled clean clothes.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" the girl picked up a blue blouse, which clearly belonged to Arthur and folded it well in a corner. Then she bent down to get another one, brown. And he continued to do the same with six other shirts until one hand rested on his arm.
"N- you don't have to do it, my lady" Merlin had spoken.
"Oh, it's not a problem, I wasn't careful, it's only fair that he should contribute and restore order," he said by winking and putting his well-folded clothes back into the basket. Then, he turned to the window, to observe the storm. She and Honey had always liked them.
to be continued https://zen.yandex.ru/media/id/5d9330a42fda86023a6cb900/two-twins-technology-and-witchcraft-part-11-5d949c8afe289100b1d3d8e9
