Turning, Artie took in the shocked, horrified expressions of several of the guards around them. And the gleeful expressions of every single woman around, and Sir Percy.
Lady Guinevere was covering her mouth, her blue eyes the biggest she'd ever seen. Sir Lancelot's jaw was on the floor, and Sir Lamorak was beginning to try to recover the situation.
"Sir Artie, I-"
"Shut your fucking mouth, Sir Lamorak. I could strangle you right now." He went as white as a ghost at her words. Sir Kay and Sir Geraint weren't boasting about their kisses either, a solemn air amongst them. Artie could feel her body vibrating as anger filled her. She opened her mouth, about to tear into him in public when a hand covered her mouth and she was yanked against a broad back.
