Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. - Robert A. Heinlein
She’s more than a servant, Morgana had told Uther. She’s a friend. But it was still more than that. How can she sum up all the things that Gwen was to her? There was no term that encompassed all the tender looks, the feel of Gwen’s hand when it brushed against hers, all the moments stolen from behind closed doors. All Morgana knew was that she couldn’t live a life without Gwen in it.
“We learned a lot. I think. I had a hunch about one of the women. It turns out she’s one of the missing women from Tombola’s. And that’s not all.”
Jack looked at the screens filled with pictures of Emma Webster. “Her?”
“Quite the babe. I would. I definitely would. Wouldn’t you, Ianto?”
“If you promised not to film it Jack, then yes.”
My eyes, thought Gwen.