Chapter 11

Hleówe Sehtas

Disclaimer: I do not own either Danny Phantom or Merlin

Gwaine grinned as he drew back into the shadows of an alcove, concealing himself in the dark crevice as he observed his prey. Like the hunter in the forest he moved silently, circling closer and closer to his target in short bursts and controlled movements. The narrow halls of Camelot seemed to shrink in tightly together, shortening in the distance as he closed in unnoticed on his prey. Quiet as a cat he took the final few steps, smirking at the thought that his quarry still hadn't noticed him. He reached out, careful fingers ghosting along the fine hairs at the back of his victim's neck, intending to wind him up just a bit before diving in for the follow up. His hand clasped lightly around the back of his victim's neck...

And he found himself slammed hard against the wall, his back contacting solidly against the cold stone as a firm hand drove him backwards. Gwaine blinked, white spots dancing in front of his eyes from the sudden movement. For the tiniest moment he could have sworn he saw two blinding green eyes staring at him, but that was gone in an instant.

"Oh, crud." Danny said, quickly dropping him and pulling away, a look of fear in his blue eyes as he stared at the knight. "Streng... Gwaine, I'm so sorry."

Gwaine let out a short laugh, surprised to have had the tables turned on him so quickly. "It's fine." Gwaine dismissed, absently rubbing his chest where the boy's hand had just been. "I shouldn't have been sneaking up on you."

"That was you?" Danny demanded shrilly. "You've been following me since the armoury."

"The kitchens actually." Gwaine corrected, his eyes widening in realisation. Danny had been in the armoury the best part of half an hour ago, that meant that he'd known he was being followed for almost three quarters the time Gwaine had even been following him. Impressive. Almost disturbingly so. "How'd you know?"

Danny bit his lip, blue eyes closing off just a bit before the dark haired boy shrugged. "People don't always rely on brute force." He replied, and Gwaine could sense the unspoken layer to the younger boy's nonchalance, even if he couldn't understand it. The roguish knight absently followed the boy as Danny led the way up a winding narrow staircase and back towards the main castle. It took a moment to place the unsettled feeling in his stomach, but as soon as he realised his eyes widened in awed appreciation.

"You were leading me here." Gwaine commented, noting the temporary tension in the boy's shoulders as Danny paused and turned embarrassedly to face him. Gwaine hadn't even known the staircase existed; it was down one of those narrow corridors that only the servants could ever find. Danny was positioned on the higher ground and would be better able to defend himself. It was a clever manipulation; the boy using the terrain to buy himself a better advantage against an unknown opponent. But it was equally alarming in the fact that a kid so much younger than Gwaine even knew to do that.

"Yeah," Danny admitted, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I've sorta learned to trust my guts on that kind of thing."

Gwaine frowned; he'd been to a lot of places, and it wasn't like he didn't know that the world he lived in was a pretty rough one. A lot of people were forced to grow up fast, but never to this level of subtle defensive tactics. He hadn't even realised where he was being led to, just followed the kid down into the bowels of the castle. If he hadn't sprung his own trap so early, it was more than likely that Danny would have got the jump on him. It wasn't scary so much as it was saddening.

Gwaine suddenly felt very grateful for Arthur and for what he was trying to do. He was glad that there were people like the king in the world; people who were making it a safe world to grow up in. An age of equality, one where people like Danny didn't have to feel afraid of threats like that. He'd always – well, almost always, there were a couple of times where he'd doubted – always thought that there was something special about Arthur and the way he saw the world. An appreciative smile settled itself on Gwaine's lips, happy in the knowing that what the king was doing right now was making the world a better place for people like Danny.

The two of them somehow found their way out to the courtyard, although Gwaine had no idea how to trace the route. At the moment the courtyard was fairly busy, people moving around and preparing before the first official council meeting in the afternoon. Technically speaking he was supposed to be out on the training grounds, but it was far more entertaining to chase down Merlin's ward than to clash swords with the greenie knights again.

Beside him Danny jumped, much like he had the night before when the kings were coming in. Gwaine had originally chalked it up to nervousness at being surrounded by royalty. But seeing his face now, the flash of fear in the boy's eyes, he wasn't so sure. The dark haired knight followed the boy's gaze, catching the dark black swirl of King Eadric's cloak. Gwaine didn't know much of Daobeth other than it was reportedly very dark and had been literally dragged back to prominence after the Siege of Dragons had practically burned it to the ground.

"What's got you so skittish?" Gwaine probed, nudging the boy around the shoulder and angling the two of them towards the training grounds.

Danny shook his head, sending a disarming smile his way. "Nothing." The boy replied before looking confusedly at where they now stood. "Why are we here? I thought Arthur vetoed me being on the training grounds while the visiting kingdoms were here."

"I'm bored." Gwaine replied with a shrug, understanding what the boy meant even if he didn't know the word 'vetoing'. That was something he found strange about the boy, sometimes he'd use words that he'd never used before, and others he'd be completely clueless about words that were common. But now wasn't the time for considering language, instead Gwaine smiled as he tossed the younger boy a quarterstaff. "And what the princess doesn't know won't hurt him."

Danny raised a sceptical eyebrow, but didn't question any further as he accepted the weapon Gwaine handed to him. The two moved to one of the quieter corners of the training grounds, moving through the sea of other practicing knights that were all decked out in their own liege's colours. Gwaine didn't give any warning before he surged forward, aiming for a quick jab at the boy's side.

Gwaine's staff was deflected, sliding harmlessly to the side as the boy blocked before lunging forward himself. Gwaine stepped back lightly, quickly moving his own staff back to block off the attack. The two staffs met with a loud crack as hard wood thudded heavily into hard wood. Danny grinned at him, his blue eyes lighting in delighted challenge as his staff was withdrawn. Gwaine grinned right back, flashing the boy a daring smirk before returning the blow. He was glad for the chance, his preference had always been for fighting with a sword, but it was good to keep in practice with more than just one weapon.

Danny smirked, twirling his staff around his back so that his next attack was to Gwaine's undefended side. Gwaine dodged quickly out of the way, moving around the staff just in time to evade being hit. His follow up shot was no more successful; Danny evaded the swinging quarterstaff like water around a rock. The boy's staff twirled once more, a particularly stylish move that left Gwaine just distracted enough that the boy was able to break through his defences and land a hit on his right thigh.

Gwaine looked up, meeting smirking eyes evenly before breaking into a devilish grin. The fight drove to a higher intensity, the thud of wood on wood loud in the air as the two moved around each other. It was different using a quarterstaff to a sword; the distance between the two of them was kept just that bit further away. Danny was a real challenge with the long weapon, moving it almost as artfully as Gwaine could with his sword. It made Gwaine long for the day when Arthur let the kid pick up a sword, but that was not today.

Half an hour he was breathing heavily, sweat tickling his brow as the fight pressed onwards. The boy had given him a good run around with the staff, moving all around their small section of the training grounds and pressing every advantage. He knew he was going to be wearing a couple of bruises, but he also knew that he'd landed a few good hits on the boy. Danny was smiling, the workout seeming to have relieved his nervousness somewhat.

Gwaine caught an opening and dove forward, only to be stopped cold with a quarterstaff at his chin. He froze, staring into the younger boy's eyes for a minute. The two of them were practically mirroring each other; each had their staff hovering just beneath the other's chin as they stared each other off. Danny cracked into a laugh, pulling his staff away first and leaning on the tall weapon jovially.

"A draw?" Danny asked, his blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

"A draw." Gwaine agreed, catching the boy around the shoulders and ruffling his hair. "But mark my words; I can beat you at swordcraft any day."

"If you insist..." Danny smirked, "But you know, it doesn't just take a sword to beat a sword."

"Wise words indeed." A deep voice interjected. "Especially for one so young." Gwaine looked up, flinching slightly at the crowd that they had pulled. After Danny's first week there most of the Camelot knights had become grudgingly used to his presence, but with so many knights visiting from other kingdoms he should have known that this was a possibility. The speaker was King Eadric, but Gwaine couldn't quite fathom the look in the king's eyes as he looked between the two of them.

Gwaine looked beside him at his younger companion, the boy's face had paled considerably and there seemed to be an almost feral wariness in the depths of his eyes. Gwaine inwardly frowned, wondering if there was something deeper going on between the two. There didn't seem to be, but the way Danny stiffened every time he was in the king's presence was unusual. Actually, it reminded Gwaine a little of how Merlin used to be around Agravaine, but that was a parallel he really didn't want to draw.

"Thank you, your highness." Danny replied stiffly, looking down at the ground.

"My Lord." Gwaine nodded, bowing his head slightly. He still didn't like the whole 'noble class' mentality, but he acknowledged that in this case stirring trouble would be counterproductive. Eadric was a king, and since the whole point of having all these different delegations visit was to make peace with them.

"You are Sir Gwaine, correct?" The king asked, nodding towards him in acknowledgement. "One of Arthur's first circle of knights."

"Yeah." Gwaine replied, unable to help the soft smile that came to his lips. Despite his natural wariness, he couldn't believe the way his life had turned out. "He's a good king."

"No doubt." Eadric replied, a strange, almost distasteful smile playing on his lips. "It takes some considerable fortitude to surmount the challenges he has faced, and no doubt there's much that doesn't trickle through the reports."

Gwaine nodded respectfully, but felt somewhat wary of the man. If he didn't know any better he would have thought that Eadric was digging for information. "We have our moments." Gwaine replied, sending the green eyed king a broad smile. "So what brings you down here this time of day?"

"I was looking for one of my advisors." The king replied, offering a disarming smile. "But I'll admit I found myself distracted by you and your young squire."

"I'm not..." Danny began, but Gwaine quickly cut off the boy's denial.

"He's not my squire, your highness, at least not yet." Gwaine replied. "He's shown enough promise that most of Arthur's first circle are vying for him. I just wanted the practice." Danny would probably have said that he was a servant, which would be a sure-fire way to make the king suspicious of him. Servants didn't have those sorts of skills and there were a whole onslaught of reasons to not let on that Danny was a servant who did. This way it made out that he was at least a page; low enough to have to serve the nobility, but his presence with the knights wouldn't be questioned. It was perfect.

"He does show promise." Eadric acknowledged. "Perhaps we can convince your king to have a tournament while the treaty discussions are going on. It would be good for all our knights to meet on civil terms."

"I wouldn't say no to that myself." Gwaine answered cheerfully, pointedly ignoring the younger boy stiffening by his side. "We're always up for a bit of competition."

"Good." The dark blonde haired king chuckled, green eyes sparkling in mirth. "I'll be sure to mention it. See if the knights of Camelot are up to scratch."

Gwaine nodded, smiling himself as the king bade them both farewell. As far as they went he seemed like a decent sort of king; maybe not quite as friendly as Arthur, but Eadric did seem to have a competitive streak that appealed to the roguish knight. Still smiling he turned to face Danny, only now registering the blankness in his eyes. He nudged the boy's shoulders, shaking him out of his reverie.

The smile slipped of Gwaine's face as he added up Danny's reactions. The kid was apparently scared of Eadric, and Gwaine wanted to know why. Eadric didn't seem to have met Danny before, in fact he seemed vaguely impressed by the younger boy, and with Danny's accent it was hardly likely that the boy was some fugitive from Daobeth that had offended the king. The facts just didn't seem to add up. "You've met him before?" Gwaine asked.

Danny shook his head. "He doesn't have any history with me." The boy replied.

"But you do with him." Gwaine replied, narrowing his eyes in confusion at the younger boy as he noticed the evasion.

"Not yet." Danny dismissed, but Gwaine could swear he heard a dark significance in the younger boy's voice. Gwaine tried to analyse the paradoxical statement, but couldn't make sense of it. "Anyway, sorry Gwaine, but I think there's a couple of chores I was supposed to get done before the talks this afternoon. See you later?"

Gwaine nodded numbly, watching the boy's retreating back as he took off at a fast jog. Something gave the roguish knight the feeling that he was standing at the edge of some bigger secret, but he couldn't figure out what was hidden just beyond his reach. He shook his head, dismissing the thought entirely. He'd have to keep an eye on Danny, make sure that he didn't end up in trouble with the Daobethan king.

And in the interim he set his mind on the next prank he could pull on the younger boy. After all, there was no point in looking out for Merlin's ward if he couldn't have a bit of fun at it.

All he needed now was some twine, a hook, some mead... and maybe one of the castle cats.

Arthur smiled as he walked through the bustling corridors of Camelot. Beside him was Queen Annis, the elder queen having particularly sought him out. She was one of the earlier arrivals, having been in Camelot for the better part of five days now. Most of her time had been spent with Guinevere, exploring the castle grounds. A bubbly Gwen had recounted their visit to the lower town together, enthused by the elder queen's support of their improving the quality of life for everyone in Camelot.

Today was to be the first of the treaty talks, and this afternoon was probably going to be the first of several long and arduous debates about various technicalities. Arthur was well aware of the complexity of what he was attempting to achieve, but he firmly believed that it could be done. He wanted this, not just for the people of Camelot, but for all Albion. It had been his dream for so long and was finally becoming a reality.

Arthur smiled as he led the way to the small grassed upper bailey that overlooked the lower town. He had always been drawn to that spot; it was easily the most connected place in the entire citadel, overlooking both the keep and the town and showing the rolling White Mountains in the distance. He smiled, leaning comfortably over a buttress to look at his city.

"You have done well, Arthur." The queen spoke, smiling knowingly at him as he turned to look at her. Annis was far more experienced than him, having been a young queen herself while Arthur was barely fitting into his squire's boots. But he couldn't help the swell of pride that rose in his heart at her words.

"Thank you, my Lady." He replied, smiling as he turned to face the elder queen. "Of all people, it is an honour to hear those words from you."

"You have earned them." Annis replied.

"This," Arthur began, looking over his kingdom. "Is something I have always striven for; the safety and happiness of my people, all my people. Be they rich or poor, commoner or nobleman. I am glad that you can share this now."

"Peace is a noble aim, Arthur." The queen replied, turning her eyes out over the kingdom. "In these troubled times it is hard to find and ever elusive, but I am glad to see what you have created here. You are a greater man than many, a greater man than your father could ever hope to have been."

Arthur let a soft smile pass his lips. His father, he knew, was a great man, but the more he learned about being king, the more he realised that he had to do it his own way. His strengths had to be his own, and his failings were his own responsibility. He wanted Albion to be a just place for all its citizens, and for that to happen he knew that change had to start in the actions of its leaders. "Thank you, Lady Annis." He replied, still looking out over the town.

His eyes caught on the training grounds where the distinctive long hair of Gwaine as he battled with a much ganglier figure. Arthur creased his eyes at the sight, knowing exactly who Gwaine's opponent was. The two seemed to have been fighting for a while, judging by the size of the crowd that had gathered around their corner of the field. The roguish knight and the dark haired knocked quarterstaffs, neither truly gaining any advantage before pulling some overly elaborate move and being deflected by the other.

Annis' attention seemed to have been drawn by the fight too, although she sent a curious glance over her shoulder at the ever present Merlin before returning her gaze to the two fighting down below them. Arthur had deliberately tried to keep Daniel away from the training grounds, knowing the political ramifications of having a servant seen to be fighting against the knights. But he should have known that Gwaine wouldn't be dissuaded for long, and Daniel was too inexperienced with court life to know to stay away. Still, Daniel held his own well, turning an impromptu practice into an intricate dance as he traded blows with Gwaine.

"Your... Fool." Annis asked, her eyes still on the fight. "Is that his brother?" Arthur knew she was talking about Merlin, the man did act the part half the time. However during their first meeting Merlin had blundered into Arthur's negation with the queen, almost at the expense of causing a war. The only way to save the man from his own bumbling nature had been to play him off as a Fool, not what Arthur truly considered the man, but true enough to save his life. Merlin perhaps deserved more, he was his closest friend and council really, but the selfish part of him liked how things were now, and Merlin had never asked for things to change.

"No." Arthur replied, shaking his head lightly as he returned to the subject at hand. "Although you're not the first to ask. The boy is currently Merlin's ward; a partial experiment to see if I can teach the man some responsibility. However the knights have become rather taken by him."

They watched the end of the fight, spotting the king of Daobeth walk up to the two as the crowd dispersed. Eadric didn't speak for long, but seemed to have appealed to Gwaine if the open challenging smile was any indication. The Daobethan king turned away, returning back to the castle in a whirl of black and red. Daniel followed soon after at a quick jog, no doubt racing to finish off a few chores.

"Were your knights the ones who taught him to fight?" Annis asked curiously, turning once more to look at him when it became clear that the entertainment was over.

"Actually no." Arthur replied, unsure where the conversation was going. "The boy, Daniel, has not been with us for long. I believe he is mostly self trained, although he does show remarkable adaptability against new opponents. It was actually quite amusing the first time he faced Sir Percival."

"I take that he lost." Annis pressed, the tone of cautious curiosity still lacing her voice.

Arthur smiled and shook his head, sharing a half glance with Merlin before turning his attention back to the queen. "He won; he is surprisingly talented for one so young."

"It sounds rather like you will be making another Commoner Knight soon." Annis replied wryly. "Unless, of course you let him slip through your fingers; it looks as though he is capable of impressing more than just knights if our young Eadric is any guide."

Arthur shook his head with a half smile playing on his lips as he let out a half laugh. His eyes absently strayed to Merlin who had a slightly panicked look on his face. "Queen Annis you may be right." Arthur teased. "Although I'm not sure how happy Merlin would be if I let his pet duckling get away." He smiled at Merlin's exaggerated pout, the man obviously catching onto Arthur's act. "However, my Lady, I suppose we had both best be moving on. We're due in the great hall in half an hour."

Annis smiled obligingly at him, allowing him to catch her arm and guide her down through the corridors and back towards the rapidly filling meeting chambers. "Thank you, Arthur." She murmured, nodding graciously at him before moving across the room towards her advisor. Arthur smiled, looking around the room, privately thrilling at the thought that he truly was standing on the cusp of something great.

A soft hand caught in his, and Arthur turned to face the smiling brown eyes of his wife. He gave Guinevere's hand a quick squeeze, grinning happily back at her as he took his seat. For now he was being traditional, holding the meeting at a regular rectangular table. Doing it this way, he hoped, would make his plans for the final day all the more solidifying in creating his dream. Arthur smiled as the dignitaries filed in, the other kings circling the table while their various knights stood behind them, creating the perfect picture of diversified unity.

It was times like this that Arthur truly felt contented. The sword Excalibur sat happily on his waist and he could practically feel Merlin's proud gaze on his back. Here he stood, at the head of a monumental table, about to bring the most prominent kingdoms of Albion together into a new age of peace. And in that moment he truly felt like the King Merlin always said he could be.

Danny jumped, the sound of movement from around the corridor sending him reeling. A servant rounded the corner, dressed in the blue colours of one of the visiting kingdoms and Danny breathed a sigh of relief. Since he'd met king Eadric on the training grounds he'd been on edge; he couldn't help it. While he knew that the man wasn't the same as Pariah Dark, he couldn't help the fearful tremor that ran up his spine at the thought of him.

But there was nothing he could do. It wasn't like he could just 'go ghost' and beat the king up. First of all Eadric was firmly in the 'living' category at the moment and secondly he had no proof that the king was even planning anything. Danny didn't even know if the whole power obsession kicked in after he died, or if it was a predominant feature while Pariah was living. And that meant that he was paralysed; Arthur was working to create the future which Danny knew had to pass, and Danny didn't know how anything he did would affect that.

Sometimes coming from the future really sucked.

Danny shook his head, quelling his beating heart and assuring himself that it was gonna be okay. Merlin had an eye out and he did too. Hopefully between the two of them they'd be able to stave off whatever evil plot Eadric came up with and prevent him unravelling the future of Albion that Arthur was building. He'd fought Pariah as a ghost, one of the most powerful ghosts to have ever existed and won. Surely he could beat the man as a human if things came to a head? Plus, he was stronger now. His ghost powers had augmented themselves to the point where Danny knew he could take on pretty much anything he put his mind to.

Reassured, he pulled away from the wall and headed towards the council chambers. Once more he was supposed to be attending, at least the opening. Merlin hadn't exactly explained the specifics of the proceedings, but it sounded like all the knights and visiting dignitaries would be present for an opening ceremony of sorts before leaving the ten kings and their advisors to start the discussion over the specifics. The whole thing was scheduled to last a little over a week, with the majority of the meetings to be held in the afternoons.

Danny slid into place beside Merlin, shrinking slightly under the scrutinising gaze of two of the leaders. Somehow he'd already managed to catch the attention of Eadric, which was troubling at best. He really didn't want the future Pariah Dark on his tail, not in any way shape or form. Because even if the human Eadric had no ill intentions at all, Danny still knew that in a little over a thousand years a younger version of himself would be facing this man alone. And that was deeply unsettling.

The other person paying attention to him was Queen Annis, the Caerleon liege seemed to be surveying him, looking between him and Merlin. Danny couldn't fathom what she was thinking, but whatever it was Danny couldn't help but feel that it was a whole lot better than whatever Eadric was thinking. Danny mentally shook his head, focusing his attention on the wider room in the hopes of quelling his nervousness.

Princess Mithian glided into the room, sending a small hesitant smile in their direction, although the slight blush that appeared on Merlin's cheeks instantly told him who that was aimed at. Maybe there was some truth to Gwaine's assertion than he'd originally thought. The princess walked up to the table and took a graceful seat next to her father, poised perfectly swan like as she gazed through the room.

Danny blinked, suddenly feeling very distant from the situation. He was watching probably one of the most important moments in history. Standing in a room filled with legends and figures so important that their stories had passed on into myth. It was... beyond the scope of anything that Danny had ever imagined, had ever thought could exist. This was the story behind the myth, where it all came from, and he was there to see it play out before him. No matter the current danger, the sheer majesty in the room went so far beyond it that it was almost unbelievable.

Arthur stood up, the room falling to silence around him. The blonde king smiled, picking up his chalice as he gazed at the room. Danny had a strange feeling of butterflies in his stomach, a strange feeling of singularity washing over him. It was like before he went into battle, but at the same time completely not. The tension in the room was thick, like when he'd stood before the ghosts and asked them to help him defeat Pariah Dark. But at the same time it was so much more intense, more compelling. It was like time was closing in, drawing tighter and tighter around the moment when King Arthur spoke.

And when he did his voice rang with the clarity of a bell and the powerful truth of a mountain lake. His voice stirred something in Danny, deep down to his soul with the promise of hope. This was Courage speaking from the bottom of his heart, baring himself for the world to see. This was King Arthur; The Once and Future King and the greatest leader ever known to man. And Danny couldn't help but feel awed at every honeyed word that the blonde king spoke.

"For years our kingdoms have been divided," Arthur began, his voice steady and even, "torn by wars and battles for power. And yet we all seek the one goal, safety and prosperity for our lands and for our people. Five years ago the Five Kingdoms gathered together in the name of peace. King Alined, King Cathal, King Olaf, King Raegan, welcome back to Camelot. Today, we gather for a far greater goal, and I would humbly like to thank Queen Annis, King Bayard, King Eadric, King Lot and King Rodor for joining us together in the name of unity.

"Five years ago a treaty was signed, forging an alliance between five strong kingdoms. Such an alliance has not been seen since the age of the Romans and the Greeks before them. In this time the bonds between our kingdoms have grown, and a time of peace has matured between our nations. Today we celebrate this, and reaffirm these bonds.

"But today we also acknowledge new friends. Queen Annis, King Rodor, you have shown kindness to my kingdom, and I can offer you only my sincerest gratitude. King Lot, despite the troubled past between our kingdoms, you have shown yourself to be a greater king than your predecessor, working to the prosperity of your peoples. King Bayard, you have been a long and loyal ally of my kingdom, and King Eadirc, you have shown strength and dedication in bringing a near forgotten kingdom back to greatness.

"It is my belief that we all share a common purpose; the freedom of our people and the prosperity of our lands. A land united in peace and love. Today ten great kingdoms gather, and it is my hope that this heralds the dawn of a new age; one where the people of our lands live in peace, where the strength of one kingdom is the strength of them all, an age where peace overcomes war and where all men live in equality. An age of a united Albion; gathered as one. To Albion!"

Arthur's voice had risen to an empowering level, the cry quickly taken up across the room. "To Albion!" The kings and queens repeated standing from the table and raising their glasses high into the air.

"To Albion!" The knights joined in, their voices adding to the tumult of triumph in the hall.

"To Albion!" Merlin shouted from beside him, a brilliant smile playing on his lips as he joined in with the infectious shout. Danny grinned, the infectious enthusiasm bearing deep down into the depths of his core as he too was swept up in the victorious cacophony.

"To Albion!"

AN; This chapter did not want to be written. At all. I'm sorry for leaving you hanging for so long.

I'm also trying to focus back on uni work, so this is gonna have to take the backburner for a little while.

That said... I am curious as to what you thought of Arthur's speech since it was the only bit that actually wrote itself.

Translation;
Hleówe Sehtas – Warming (sheltering) Alliances

Adieu,

Bluerose