"Arthur!"
The woman, Douvere had plainly gaven a Arthur a speech and some rolls on his way to paris. Or so she thinks, he wasn't going to Paris if he was he'd be regonised instantly, but to mrs. Douvere if he said he wasn't anything but a solider in training wanting to go to Paris She wouldn't have let him in.
"Oui, I will the bread is most delightfully I must say Mrs. Douvere, and don't worry the English will be defeated!" he gagged on that last part. She smiled warmly and waved as they continued. Baudricourt would be a long way. So he was glad she gave him bread. He had somehow been able to join the man at his place as a lord in meeting. If Baudricourt bought it he might be able to get one of his companions into Valois place.
When the group made it to Troyes, to take a stop for food. Arthur made himself confratable in a café. Awoken when a harsh jab and a growl erupted. Arthur look at the person who disturbed his slumber underneath his large hat.
"What do you want-" "What are you doing here Arthur?!" Arthur finally got a look at the man in front of him. "Frog...you never answered my question?" A snarl graced Arthurs face. "You never answered mine." The frog answered, his face glowered at the tense English man. "I believe I asked first, love." The snarl had grew into a growl. "Well, Mon petit lapin, I was taking a small stroll in my beautiful nation. When an ugly rat crossed in front of one of my favorite cafes. I just had to ask, do rats often drink as much as you do Amateur de thé ?" Arthur raised his head to the French man and glared. "Of course your would be infested with rats, frog. I must say the only thing missing from this beautifull land would be a british flag swaying right there." He mention towards the flag pole, which bore the French flag its color shining through the grey clouds.
A rain drop hit the men as the silence grew. "Arthur." The English man stared at the French man with a grin, Though what came made him frown. "Leave, leave and don't comeback. If I have to surrender the crown to Charles for you to leave I will. Just leave." The English man frown "Jus like a Frenchie to give up so easily hmp-" "Arthur," A blonde bushy eyebrow raised as Francis grabbed his chin.
"Stay away from her."
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"Once in a Field of Lavender."
Historical FictionBased during the French and Indian War, is a story on two little boys and an Englishman who laid in a room and learned about Joan of Arc. England is around Joan's age in the book! There will be some unrequited england love but dont mind that the mai...
