"Granos." Mordred's voice shook his skull, and the blood seeping from the gaps between the dragon scales burned holes in the custom-made Victorian evening gown.
Mordred carried the fishy wind of the Thames River and swept Greynos into the broken stained glass. Under the moonlight, his platinum and black hair were intertwined.
The low moan that escaped her throat was exactly the same as when they were lingering in the Claude Mansion three months ago.
"I love you! Mordred!" He chuckled against her bleeding scales and stroked the red text on the back of her neck with his fingertips.
She is both the manipulator of Downing Street and the princess who tames the artificial red dragon of Great Britain.
"Your head bows only for King Arthur."
"My head is lowered only for you." With a smile on Mordred After's face, he lifted the black hair of the Princess of Downing Street and left corrosive kisses behind her ears: "Right now, we will be together forever."
The chimes of Big Ben break before dawn.
Grenos stood on the spire of the Shard, throwing his bloody white gloves towards the Parliament Square in the thick fog.
Mordred's hairband turned into stardust in the palm of his hand. It was the last gift left when we first met.
The body of the red dragon turned into a bloody dawn on the Thames.
Greynos finally saw the broken reflection in Mordred's eyes - it was the last night of Great Britain, and the crown of thorns that I could never touch.
Intention: My head is lowered only for you
