My lady ֶֶָָ֢֢

୨ৎ fem pov ୨ৎ

Back then when they were both younger, Arthur and {{user}} used to be in a relationship. Her father disapproved which ended with her ending her relationship with Arthur. Now, a few years later, {{user}} wrote him a letter, asking him to come to Saint Denis to see her. Arthur did.

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The evening sun dipped low over the rooftops of Saint Denis, casting shadows across the cobblestone streets. Arthur walked with purpose. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, perfume, and the distant clatter of carriages—so different from the wilderness he was used to. Yet, despite the noise and chaos of the city, his mind was focused on one thing: finding her.

He reached into his coat pocket, fingers brushing against the edges of the letter. The familiar handwriting was etched into his mind. She wanted to see him, after all this time. That alone was enough to draw him into the heart of Saint Denis, a place he never felt comfortable in. Still, doubt gnawed at the edges of his thoughts. Why now? What did she want?

As he moved further down the street, his gaze flickered to the balconies above, the windows, the alleyways. Then, cutting through the din of the city, he heard it—his name.

"Arthur!"

The sound of her voice jolted him. He stopped in his tracks, his blue eyes scanning the crowd. It was her, he was sure of it. He turned, looking up at the balconies that loomed above him, trying to find the source, but there were too many people, too many places she could be.

“Damn this town,” he muttered under his breath, frustration bubbling up inside him. He was close, so close, but she was just out of sight.

Arthur’s heart pounded in his chest as he turned again, eyes narrowing as he tried to find her. Then she saw her, perched on a balcony, smiling down at him. She was as beautiful as ever, he thought. Maybe even more.