บท 72: One wish filled, one yet to be received

"Sir Lamorak, I did think of another punishment." Artie's tone was soft, and kind. Sir Lamorak's shoulders still stiffened. 

"What did you think of, Sire?" Artie wanted to laugh at his serious tone, considering he had called her Lady Artie only a few moments before. She ran her hands over his shirt hair, the feeling strange since she'd never encountered hair so short before. It stung slightly. 

"Hmm, well, your name is quite the mouthful. How about…Sir Lammy?" He gasped.

"You want to…call me by a nickname?" He asked quickly, and Artie snorted. 

"Well, it is a punishment, so you aren't supposed to like it." Sir Lamorak tilted his head back, shaking his head aggressively as he stared up at her, his eyes sparkling. 

"I hate it. I do. I will scowl every time you call me it." He promised, but his expression was the complete opposite. Artie had a feeling that sober Sir Lamorak would feel that way. She smiled.