Imagine you being one of Arthur's guests and Merlin constantly checking you out...unable to keep his eyes off you. Arthur would tease him constantly about it.
This is your dress:
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You entered the great hall, the warming smell of ale and fine meats and breads overwhelmed you. There were people dancing in the center to and upbeat tune while tables of lavish foods lined the walls. Through the crowd you could spot Arthur sitting at the head of a wide table, watching over the revelries. You smiled at your old friend.
He was talking to a dark haired young man about your age but looked over the room after a moment and caught your eye. He smiled and gestured to come over to him. As you crossed the dance floor you became aware of how well dressed you were, as someone of the more working class rank, it seemed odd for these nobles to accept you as normal among them just because of your fine dress. Though it was strange for you to wear a gown, or anything that formal for that matter, it felt strange, but also quite nice.
The dusk blue of the dress made your (h/c) stand out beautifully and the way it flowed as you walked accentuated your natural curves.
"(y/n)! I barely recognized you without the mud and scrapes! Merlin, this is (y/n), we grew up with each other." He introduced me to the dark haired one.
"Yeah, until he became an ass, then I moved away." You explained only half-jokingly to Merlin.
"You did not! You moved because you wanted to be a soldier for some reason..." Mumbled Arthur.
"Because I was good at it...and," you paused for comedic effect," -you were and ass! And if your father had just let me be one here, I wouldn't have had to move, now would I?" You retorted. This earned you a laugh from Merlin.
"Oh, come on, give me some credit...I tried...and now I'm making things right again." He gave one of those rare, warm, Arthur smiles. You smiled back. It was good to be home.
"Merlin, pull up a chair for (y/n). We have a lot to catch up on." He commanded, grinning at you like the mischievous kid you once knew him to be. But Merlin didn't move.
"Merlin?" he turned slightly in his chair to look at him, Merlin's mouth was slightly agape, looking at you. "Oh for god's sake, Merlin! She's not that pretty!"
