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Harry Percy, Hotspur of the North (
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2012-12-10 04:25 am (UTC)
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His mouth flattens.
She must find out sometime or other, not least when they finally have a child. But if she does not ask directly...
Yet this is his mother. She will ask directly.
Harry takes Kate's hand, and circles her waist with the other. "What letters are those you bear?"
Lady Percy shoots him a canny look. "Thou know'st, I'm sure. What hast thou done, to earn such far-reaching and pedigreed pardons for us?"
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She must find out sometime or other, not least when they finally have a child. But if she does not ask directly...
Yet this is his mother. She will ask directly.
Harry takes Kate's hand, and circles her waist with the other. "What letters are those you bear?"
Lady Percy shoots him a canny look. "Thou know'st, I'm sure. What hast thou done, to earn such far-reaching and pedigreed pardons for us?"