meeting the future...hot damn!!!

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Zyanne pov
Galapas had asked us ro go to the village for some supplies. So I am very excited! Merlin chuckled at my childness and got confused when I flipped him the bird. Galapas said something about a tournament and Jasper wanted to go.
We made our way to the market where whispering and pointing in our direction. "The hell are they looking at?" Jasper growled in a soft voice.
"Your clothing. " Merlin face plamed "I forgot about that!" He pulled us to a merchant who was selling gowns. My eyes landed on a red gown, there was white strings to like a corset and white on the callor and wrist. Merlin and Jasper were talking about something which I didn't get.
"Beautiful isn't it." A voice made me jump. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you. " it was a man in servant clothing. He had a sharp nose and messy blond hair which made his blue eyes look bright. He was tall and not to skinny not to buff. He had cheek bones of a god and his arms were covered in long sleeves which was kind of disappointing. To be honest he was kind of hot. He half smiled at me which made me blush. "I'm Arthur. " his accent sent heat over my body.
"Z-Zyanne" I stuttered. Oh gods his laugh!
"Zyanne, we are leaving." Merlin announced as I bit my lip. He came up behind me and I felt his glare. "Arthur." The tention was high, his voice hinted irritation.
"Merlin" the cute blond greeted my ancestor with the same cut throat tone. "Come to tell more tales?" He narrowed his eyes.
Merlin huffed "we are leaving Zyanne. " he was holding clothes for Jasper and me. I bowed my head and nodded.
Jasper walked over to me and grabbed my hand. He only did this when I was getting hit on by perverts. I let my eyes wander to Arthur, who looked let down, and smiled. "Merlin said we can go to the contest." Jasper beemed.
"Contest?" I tilted my head in a away that made Merlin giggle.
Jasper looked at me. "Zyanne" he said with a look that told me I should know. I shrugged.
"I'm heading that way," Arthur spoke sending that enjoyable heat through me, "my master is going to pull the sword." My heart stopped. Why did it not click?!
He's...he's..."Arthur Pendragon..." I whispered in shock.

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