Chapitre 26: Not my type

"Oh sure, Sir Percy is handsome, but he's not my type." Artie said, her chest tight. Lady Morgan gave her a curious look. 

"What is your type?" She asked and Artie heaved a heavy sigh that came from deep within her. What was her type? What could she say that would satisfy them?

"Apparently, those who want to betray me." The girls all paused, while Sir Lamorak fell into a coughing fit. 

"W-What?" Sir Kay asked, and Artie nodded seriously. She had an easier time joking like this, then thinking too hard about it. She'd already had her thoughts and feelings spill over today, so if she made this into a joke now? Now she'd be able to handle it, and bury all of those feelings underneath it.