It had been almost two years since Princess Harriet left the castle to adopt her new identity as Miss Edda, the young magician. She hadn't expected anyone to really care, and for those two years, no one really did.
Nothing lasts forever though.
An R...
Arthur watched Simon approach warily, hand on Eddas shoulder involuntarily tightening, pulling himself closer to her and trying to shield her from Simon. Simon seemed to notice as his eyes met Arthur's and his mouth broke out into a wide, malicious, smile.
"Would you look at that," Simon said in a mocking tone that made Arthur's skin crawl, "a little coward, hanging onto a ugly crone woman like his life depends on it."
"Simon." Arthur clenched his fist as he glared at Simon. The frustration of once again being accused of being a coward, and the anger at the foul thing he was calling Edda, melting together into a slowly rising rage within him.
Simon stopped a few steps away, chest puffed out as he looked down his nose at them. With an arrogant smirk that Arthur itched to punch right off his face.
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"It's not a surprise though, clambering onto whatever affection you can get." Simon said, "after all, what beautiful young lady would want to be close to a weak little dwarf, that so pathetically runs away in the middle of a battle."
The words jabbed painfully into Arthur's chest. He was not a coward, nor was he pathetic! And what the hell did he mean to insinuate with that no beautiful young lady would want him?!
"Oh, that's rich coming from the guy who went against the two of us with eleven men backing him." Edda sneered at Simon, the sheer disgust in her voice palpable. Arthur felt her free arm moving to rest under his arm in a half hug, gently rubbing up an down comfortingly. "Also, I was the one that orchestrated the retreat, not him."
Simon shot Edda a dismissing, but nonetheless angry look.
"Silence hag!" He said loudly, "Only a spineless buffoon would let some crone like you take the lead in battle."
Okay, that's it, he wanted a second round, he'll get it.
"Don't you call her that you bastard!" Arthur's blood was boiling as he reached to Excalibur, but before anything could accelerate there was an small coughing sound beside them.
"I would prefer if you didn't fight right in front of my stall please?" A voice spoke up, and as Arthur turned his head he remembered that they were standing in front of a game stall. The owner of said stall looking nervously from the group of noblemen to Arthur and Edda.
"Oh," Eddas face immediately softened as she looked at the poor owner, "sorry, should- should we take this somewhere else?" She looked from the owner to Arthur and back to the owner again.
"Well, If you're not planning to play the game anymore, then it would be nice if you didn't scare others away." The stall owner smiled politely, but was still clearly nervous from the way they wrangled their hands.
"Oh, uh, no we still want to." Arthur said, sheepishly lowering his hand from Excalibur. "Right?" He shot a look at Edda.
Her eyebrows scrunched together in thought, throwing an angry glance at Simon who was still standing there, uncharacteristically quiet, mumbling to the noblemen around him. Edda opened her mouth to say something, but before she could Simon, and the other noblemen, burst out into loud uproarious laughter. Making her visibly flinch.
