Chapter 3

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                                                     " A smile adorned her face as she talked to air."

    "What the bloody hell is she doing?" Arthur asked himself. Oh the irony in that statement. Arthur listened intently as the brunettes' whispered the names of Saint Margret, and the King of France. The sun's glow upon the girls head made her look like an angel upon men.

"Oh, bonjour monsieur, Is there something you need?" Arthur stared blankly. Shit he had been staring hadn't he? "Hmm? Oh no mademoiselle, I do take it upon myself to look at beauty though. The girl blushed and pulled back, "Monsieur do take gently to my 16 year old heart."

(Okay, I need to explain. Arthur/England I'm gonna say is like in teenage rebellion so he and Joan are about the same age in this. I WILL NOT HAVE PEDOPHILIA IN MEH STORIES!  besides Joan's feelings are not recompacted to him. Cause you know, she died from England. Anyway he's going to be 17 thought all of this story. Don't worry when we get back to the colonies he's older. Also I promise this fruk, but if you want it quickly you're gonna have to wait till the end. Their are snippets in the story otherwise. Just enjoy Arthur's unrequited feelings for now.)

The English teen puled out her hand to kiss it. Though she pulled it back. "I'm sorry I must get back to the church, excuse me monsieur." With that the brunette bound her way to the church, to whom though maidens name belongs a mystery she was to the English lad. the sun now had almost disappeared behind the horizon.

When he had gotten back to Mrs. Douvere His companions and him were packed and dinner served. Tomorrow he'd go to Baudricourt, and see what lord had planned. If he was successful he would have given his king and queen information and end this war with the bloody frog.

And perhaps see the brunette one again.

"Arthur!"



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