India, end of the XVIII century. Her education and Debut completed in London, Morgana comes back to India and is reunited with her childhood friend, Captain Arthur Pendragon. The scene takes place during a ball (of course), their first encounter since her arrival. The ball is in full swing, and they (of course) started bickering…
Disclaimer: Not owning the characters.
A/N: for Neda on her birthday :)
"I am not your sister, Arthur."
"And that's a blessing, or I would have to challenge half my men for ogling at you the way they are."
The dark-haired beauty smiled softly. Arthur had not changed in the slightest. The boy had grown up into a handsome young man, and still he was prompt to grouch and pout, while he stole honey caked for them to share, or paid her a subtle compliment.
"Half of them you said? Well, at least that leaves me with some to dance with."
Arthur rolled his eyes at her teasing. They had reached a corner of the ballroom, where tables were displayed with a choice of drinks and exotic foods. He gestured to the barman to prepare two glasses. Two of his men were still staring, their heads bent toward each other. Their smirks were such he was sure their whispers were all but the proper way to talk about the beautiful woman by his side. He scowled.
"I'll dance with you."
Suspicion waltzed its way in Arthur's mind when Morgana's green eyes shone in pleasure. She had tugged him exactly where she wanted, with barely a beat of lashes. The thought swirled away just as quickly when she abandoned his arm to search her small wrist purse for her dance card.
"Which one do you want?"
While Arthur struggled to find a suitable answer without humiliating himself, a loud laugh resounded behind them, and Morgana spun on her heels happily.
"Charles!"
The dark-hair man bowed deeply, his lips far too close to the gloved hand in Arthur's opinion. Morgana giggled, and it was all it took for Arthur to seize her hand again and placed it around his elbow.
"I want all of them."