"Girls? What is it?" the king asked, and Arthur was startled to hear the voice coming from what he had begun to think of as his own throat. The voice was warm and gentle, filled with the kind of paternal affection that spoke of deep, unconditional love.
The two girls pulled their faces away from his armor and looked up at him with eyes that glistened with excitement and hope. Their expressions were identical, from the slight upturn of their lips to the way their eyebrows raised expectantly.
"Read to us!" they exclaimed in perfect unison, their voices harmonizing like a well-practiced choir.
