Today was the day that Morgana would be hiring her new handmaiden. the search had been narrowed down to five young women and Morgana would ultimately be left with the choice of who she would hire. The position was one of trust. The servant Morgana chose would be at her beck and call twenty four hours a day and would be the only person with access to the ward's chambers -- not to mention she would be the one helping Morgana dress (and undress).
Prince Arthur didn't have to be there. It was supposed to be Morgana conversing with the five women but Arthur wasn't going to miss the opportunity to check out the women that would practically be living within the citadel. Two of them were young, two were middle aged and the fifth could have been there grandma. Two out of five wasn't bad.
The prince sat on his throne, beside Morgana, resting his shoulder on the arm rest, chin resting on a closed fist, watching as the women made their way into the chambers.
Blue eyes immediately went to the girl with the golden skin and big brown eyes. He was sure he was staring but he couldn't bring himself to look away.
