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New model for Arthur

Also, y'all not getting face claims for any new characters. I was gonna do one for [blank] (well you'll see who comes in this chapter) but since you guys bash my guys you get nothing at all.

And that's on what?

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Oshun 🍯

"Will you be at the tornment tomorrow morning or do you still refuse to see me?" Arthur's voice sounded as I lounged one the library.

"Refuse? No Arthur. You command me and I come; like everyone else under your rule." I dipped a finger into my honey and shrugged, looking into his eyes as he approached me. He liked different for some reason.

There was a look in his eyes I had never seen.
Was it Remorse? Or guilt? I couldn't tell.

"Does your majesty wish for me to be there?" I asked knowingly as he pulled the book from hand to familiarize himself with its cover.

"I do." he answered, taking the jar of honey from my reach and dipping a finger inside to taste. He laid beside me, pulling me into his arms to observe me. "Very much" he whispered against my lips, delicately wiping off a morsel that had found its place in the corner of my plump lips.

He stared at me with his enticing blue eyes and ran a finger against my cheek.

"Then I will be there your majesty" I whispered flatly, standing up to separate myself then turning to leave.

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Oshun

Into the fields, Lancelot, Gwaine and I headed,  anticipating the start of the tournament. Men of all ages and sizes gathered into the spacious fields behind the castle of Camelot, each of them, eager to prove their skill and loyalty to the king.

The handmaidens of the palace brought their chores; the servants their husks of corn to peel and the sewers their cloths. They gathered and sat in the stands to observe, making haste as they watched the tournament unfold.

The mid morning sun shone bright as each man participated in the rounds. A compilation of horse riding, spar, and sword work determined who would continue on to the finals.

500 men fought to hold a coveted spot, then the number dwindle down to 200.

Mordred towered over thé men easily, and his skill was not one to be doubted. However, there was one man who outshined the rest. His head was covered with his helmet on tight but he continued to win tournament after tournament. Arthur dismissed 50 men then Gwain another 30, with Lancelot as the middle man.

"And again he stared Lady Oshun" Mary gasped, gently tying the end of her needles to sew. I sat in the wooden stands alongside Bertha and Mary as we gossiped about each man.

Mordred cleaned his sword with a cloth he had found resting at the gate then looked at me once more, taking in my features with obvious intention.

"He is handsome no doubt" Bertha smiles, looking at me as I pretended to lift a book to cover my face. He couldn't catch me looking at him while he looked at me!

"Stop looking! It will encourage him" I whispered to the stifled laughter of each women.

"Lady oshun, remain calm after I tell you my news"

"What? What?" I whisper, closing my book to follow Bertha's eyes. Mordred was on his way over, his path to me was direct.

"Arthur will not like this" Mary trembled, sitting up straighter to legnthen her tiny frame.

"Maybe he is coming over here to talk to one of you?" I frown, wondering the intentions of his bold actions.

Bertha rolled her eyes and scoffed, stitching the side of the cloth closed. "Lady Oshun, your beauty is apparent but your eyesight might be lacking. It is obvious he fancies you" she whispers before sitting up and signaling me to act calm.

"Lady Oshun" Mordred called my name. His voice was calm yet demanding. Hesitantly, I pulled my book down and looked at him curiously.

"Oh...hello sir..sir?" I purposely falter my words.

"Mordred" he reminded me through an eager grin. I nodded gently and stared. I was curious to see what he wanted, for I still didn't trust him.

"I came to realize that the reason you were not fond of me is because I made a bad first impression" he confessed. I pulled my book back within my palm and continued reading. I didn't really care for his words, still I was curious to see what our encounter would lead to.

"We came bearing no gifts; any woman would not take kindly to this" he teases, leaning over the gate to face me.

"I suppose Sir Mordred" I mutter, looking at Bertha through the corner of my eye. She stifled a laughter but continued to sew.

"I have heard through the whispers of the castle that your are fond of a special treat. honey?" he nodded, bending to pull a fresh jar from the grass. "I had it imported from my kingdom as soon as I heard" he said passing it so I could take it.

I closed my book again and gathered my dress, stepping down the wooden beams to face him. I knew my temperance was weak when it came to honey but he would have to do a lot more to gain my trust.

I opened the jar carefully and pressed it against my nose. It smelled like honey but for all I know he could have laced it with poison. I dip my pinky in the jar and bring it to my lips before pausing. "You taste it first sir Mordred"

He smirked and looked into my eyes. "You don't trust me Lady Oshun?"

"Not at all." I sighed lazily, pushing the jar into his chest. He grabbed my wrist and slowly led my fingers to his lips, kissing the surface of each tip before he pushed my finger into his mouth.

I hear the inaudible gasp of Mary behind me as he continued, sucking every morsel off of my flesh. His tongue glided with a vulgarity so severe it made even me blush in embarrassment. He sucked the last morsel dry before he led his mouth away.

I wiped my pinky against his chest to dry it and lifted my eyes to face him. "What else have you heard of me Sir Mordred?" I whispered against his lips. I hated how turned on I was by his vulgarity.

He smirked and stared into my eyes, pulling my chin to face him. We were only breaths away before Arthur called for me.

"I think the king wishes to see you" he smirked, leaning over the gate to separate from within my reach. I looked back at Bertha and Mary before I gathered my dress and headed over too where the men stood.

I prayed Arthur did not see all that had just occurred. He would have Mordred's head if he would have his way.

The three of them stood in a circle, conversing about their descion.

"Oshun, we are at a stand still. We need to narrow the men down ever further but we cannot decide who" Lancelot informs me.

"But I think it is better to have more men to keep than to dismiss them all. They are easy numbers against the Saxons" Gwain announces adamantly.

"What do you think Oshun." Arthur asked. Each man looked at me impatiently. Although they were best friends, they didn't always see eye to eye.

I look to the unfamiliar crowd of men; each of them watching me as I helped make the decision on who would fight alongside the king.

"Before I say my words, I am curious to know who that knight is?" I asked. The same knight I had taken notice of was standing amongst the men.

"Which one" Arthur asked, turning to look into the crowds.

"The one there" I pointed to him. Arthur nodded in agreement as Gwaine and Lancelot peered over. "His stature is familiar..."

"He was a mighty contender. I favored his sword work and fighting skills" Lancelot admitted. Arthur walked over to the knight in armor to face him. He immediately went on bended knee in respect.

"You Sir? Take off your helmet."

The man hesitates but hinders his movement.

"Common boy! Take it off so we can see the face!" Gwaine snaps impatiently but the man still hesitated. Arthur came over and pulled it off his head violently.

"Kay?" he gasped, dropping the helmet to the floor.

"Arthur... please" the man begged but Arthur fumed, backing away as his vision caught sight of the man. We looked similar in age to Arthur. He was young and tall with loose orange curls. He had a plain face that mostly likely looked better matured.

"How dare you show your face here!!" Arthur's voice booms against the silence of the fields.

"Arthur! Arthur wait! Sir Ector!" he runs after him but is held back by two guards.

I was curious to know who this man was. It seemed as if only Gwain and I were lost. Lancelot glared at the man before running to follow Arthur. "You have some nerve showing your face here." he snapped, pushing past him to go check on Arthur.

"Arthur please!!" he yelled after him, struggling against the grip of the guards. "I knew it was the only way I could see you. I have been trying to face you but they would not let me in!"

"Take him away from here." Gwaine cursed, nodding to the guards to calm down the commotion

"No descions will be made until further notice!"

"Awww man!!!" the men cursed and grumbled heading back to their tents to rest from the tedious day's event.

I could tell Arthur was upset but he hid it so easily. He only paced through the castle doors, locking himself away from the people.

And no one saw him for the rest of the day.