AN: hello, i intend this to be a long-ish fic but it obviously depends if you guys enjoy it, so please give me feedback and review!

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Morgana sighed as she looked at the clock on the plain blue walls of her small bookstore.

Only half an hour left till my break, she thought. She buried herself back into Alfred Tennyson's Arthurian Legend, hoping time would pass by swiftly.

Barely five minutes had passed when the bell hanging by the door rang, indicating a customer's entrance. Morgana groaned quietly, annoyed at being disturbed after having been so absorbed into her book. She looked up to see a tall, muscular man with blonde hair. He idly sauntered across the small space between the door and her desk, after gazing around at the modest shop.

The man gave her a one-sided smile, making his blue eyes sparkle. Morgana subconsciously squinted her eyes in disgust at him, knowing his kind of 'type': cocky, egocentric, player and just generally an arse.

"Oh that's not nice," he whined in reply to her expression, earning another scowl from the beautiful woman clad in a simple black top and jeans. "I'll have to tell your boss about your behaviour, and maybe suggest to them to redecorate in here – it's a bit, what's the word? Plain."

Morgana gazed bewildered at the man before her.

"Well, Arthur," she spat, quickly glancing at his name badge on his, presumably, work suit, "I think you should think about who you're talking to."

"Is that so then, missy?" he playful questioned, raising an eyebrow, "And where can I find your boss?" Morgana almost laughed in repulsion.

"She's right in front of you," she said, in an almost patronising tone. Arthur went pale and fell silent, whereas Morgana wanted to smirk at his humiliation.

"Ah, right," his face blushed crimson but then, expectantly, and much to Morgana's dismay, his confidence returned within seconds. "So then, you own this place?"

"Yes," she stared back at him, "I own this place."

"I was wondering if you could tell me where I could find a certain book," he said, gesturing to encourage her to help him.

"And that book is?" she prompted.

"Tennyson, the Arthurian Legend." Morgana let out a deep sigh and shrugged her shoulders in annoyance.

"Do you not have it?" he teased, "Your shop is Tales of the Past so I was assuming you'd have it…"

"We do have it!" she huffed, "But we only have one copy left in store, and I'm reading it…" she mumbled the last part but he still heard.

"Well, as your customer, I only hope that you would give me it so you can make money from me buying the book!" he attempted to say wisely, although it sounded patronising to Morgana. She scowled at him for what seemed like the millionth time.

She jolted her neck back, and spun her chair around to make room for herself to stand up. Arthur was almost taken aback by her slender figure which, in the end, only further encouraged him to be even more confident - if that was possible.

Morgana snatched the open book off from her desk, and dumped it into Arthur's waiting hands.

Suddenly, he took hold of one of her wrist.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" he smirked.

"You repulse me," she hissed, "And I hope you don't return to my shop any time soon." She snatched her arm back from his grasp, and walked purposefully back round to her chair.

Arthur rummaged in his wallet for some money, after retrieving it from his pocket.

"That's six pounds ninety nine, please," Morgana told him. He was just about to hand over the money but then leant over towards her.

"Say, what's your name?" he whispered.

"Morgana," she glared.

"Say, Morgana, how about you go as my date tonight to my friend's party?" he asked, with sincere intentions.

"Don't flatter yourself," she smirked, "I'm busy tonight, anyway."

"Right then, ma'am," he playfully saluted, then put a ten pound note on her desk, "Keep the change." Before Morgana could protest, he strode off back towards the door. He stopped, however, as his hand rested on the handle.

"Bye, beautiful," he winked, and then departed.

Morgana looked at where he was previously stood, smiled to herself, and rolled her eyes in amusement.

Tosser, she thought.

Her watch bleeped, signalling her lunch break. She tidied her desk quickly, then grabbed her leather jacket before locking the door of her bookstore.

Morgana confidently strolled down the streets of London, earning a few admirable looks from men. She advanced further down until she reached her favourite local café.

Immediately, she spotted her dark skinned friend sitting expectantly at a table near the window. She smiled at Morgana, acknowledging her presence.

Morgana walked over to where her friend was sitting, and took a seat opposite her.

"Nice dress, Gwen!" Morgana said, beaming.

"Thank you very much!" Gwen replied, "I'm so nervous about the party tonight though."

"Why? Your friends and family will be there," Morgana said, "and I'll be there," she added. Gwen gave a small smile of appreciation.
"I know but Lancelot said he's invited his best man along, although it seems pretty obvious why, considering it's an engagement party but, like I've told you before, I think he has a bad influence on Lance." she explained, whilst twisting the diamond band on her ring finger.

"Don't worry, Gwen," Morgana reassured her, "Despite the fact that he sounds like a complete idiot, I'm sure he'll be well behaved tonight – I'll make sure of it, even though I haven't even met him yet!" Gwen laughed at her friend's attempt to lighten her spirits.

"Speaking of idiots," Morgana began, "I had a huge one come into my shop today…"

"Really?"

"Hmm. He was one of those tall, muscular, blonde guys that didn't care about anything other than himself. Then, I had to give up the book I was reading for him! He was so arrogant," she explained, "And then, he was cheeky enough to ask me out to some place tonight!" Gwen gasped, pretending to be bewildered, although failed when another giggle escaped her lips.

"Morgana, you're a very beautiful woman, and unfortunately that comes with the price of attracting all sorts of men – including rude ones," she said. Morgana shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to believe it.

"Thanks, Gwen," she smiled, "I'm going to have to get back to the shop now but I'll see you tonight." She stood up and leant towards her friend, kissing her lightly on the cheek in farewell.

"Look absolutely fabulous tonight, darling!" Morgana joked, making her way out of the café.

"Always do, honey!" Gwen joked back, laughing.

Night descended on the city as Morgana drove her car down the familiar streets to Gwen and Lancelot's house for their engagement party. She pulled up on the road that was already crowded by cars. Morgana briskly got out of her car, juggling her hands with her friend's present whilst attempting to hastily brush down her emerald green cocktail dress.

She retrieved her black heels from under the driver's seat, and hopped around trying to put them on.

I hate being a girl sometimes, she thought, angrily, whilst she continuously missed her aim of getting her foot into the shoe.

She could hear the beat of the music from outside, and was able to see the silhouettes of bodies from the bright lights inside the house on the drawn curtains.

After achieving to put on her heels, Morgana walked to the front door, deciding whether to bother knocking. After disagreeing, she opened the door to reveal the hustle of people situated in the hallway all the way through to the living room.

Morgana shoved her way through the warm bodies, in search for either Gwen or Lancelot. Luckily, she spotted Lancelot's tall, tanned figure.

"Oi, Lance!" she called over the music. He just about heard her, and turned around.

"Morgana!" he beamed, striding over to her and kissing her on the cheek.

"Sorry I'm late," she said.

"No worries. Here, let me take that off you," he offered, seeing her struggle with the present in her arms.

"Thanks," she smiled.

"Gwen's in the kitchen, I do believe, herding the lads." Morgana laughed, knowing what Merlin, Leon, Percival, Gwaine and Gwen's brother, Elyan, were like. Those boys she could just about tolerate, despite the fact of their child-like behaviour and constant need to tease her. She just guessed she was used to them now after knowing them for at least eight years.

Morgana dodged the bodies again, trying to squeeze her way through to the kitchen. Having just about managed it, Morgana relaxed at the sight of her friends being happy to see her.

"Morgana!" they all chimed, except one who had his blonde head turned in another direction.

"Morgana, this is Lance's best man," Gwen said, grabbing a hold of the man Morgana didn't recognise from the back. Gwen forced him to turn around to introduce him to Morgana.

"This is Morgana, my Maid of Honour," Gwen introduced.

Familiar blue eyes met familiar green, as they both stared at each other in disbelief. It was Arthur.

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