FIVE YEARS AGO: Arthur's perspective
The ten-year-old girl leaned in to see the merchandise on the table. Today was market day, an occurrence once a week. The higher streets had things like these, things that one didn't need, but had because they were pretty. Everything was so cute to her. Colors of pastel, soft and delicate. Her eyes transfixed on the several different objects. Eyes wide, and a forgotten smile on her lips.
His sister was pretty, but even more so when she smiled. He hoped that they could always remain together. His best friend, his sister: Abbie. Her smile was worth more than ten sun rises and the fruit cakes he'd sometimes snatch from the Ruthe's home.
Arthur wasn't into such things, he was a boy, and- well, eyes wondering over to that little chain with a sword depiction was intricate, and reminded him of the legend of the sword in the stone. The market script read 'Charms of fate.'
He looked around, nobody seemed to care that he was there, so he came closer to the table. The ancient merchant didn't look like he minded either. People tended to get upset when they saw based on his clothes, a peasant boy reading.
Though, with being so old, he could have mistaken him as a girl. He used to get teased a lot for his features. He had a feminine face, but still looked like a boy. Others called him beautiful, even for being a child.