Wayward (Prince Arthur x Oc)

Chapter 3: In which there's a visit to the town

Edda wondered why Arthur refused to tell her the how or why behind him getting the curse. The only thing he had told her during the interrogation was that it had been a fairy behind it. He had tried to explain the how in terms of how the curse impacted him, that it was about being seen, and that he looked like a human when he wasn't seen. That definitely explained him turning human in the dark. She hoped he hadn't seen the way her eyes had lit up with excitement as he explained it to her, it was just so fascinating. She just couldn't help it.

It wasn't like she didn't feel somewhat bad for him. She did. It was just, hard for her to show it. Hopefully her offering her help with his curse showed that she cared.

They had gone back to bed after she filled out half a page of her notebook with what she knew. And that morning she found that he still looked a bit down like before. Edda wasn't very good with emotions, especially negative ones, but seeing Arthur look like that made her wanna do something to lift his spirits.

"So, Arthur," she said to him as they sat across from each other by the table, eating breakfast. "Is there a story that comes with your sword?"

She had observed from yesterday that he had enjoyed bragging about his previous feats as an adventurer, or well hero. While she had considered asking him about his feats in general, she feared the possibility of it dragging up memories about his life before the curse, which he clearly seemed to long for. Also she had seen that the sword for some strange reason had a lump on it's side and she was genuinely interested in why on Earth it was like that.

It seemed like she had hit jackpot as his eyes almost immediately widened in excitement.

"Of course It does, it's the most powerful sword in the world that can only be handled by a man of great strength and willpower! Excalibur!" There was a certain smugness to him as he stood up on the chair and unsheathed the sword for her to see. And she could now see that the lump that she had seen trough the sheath was a chunk of rock.

"Huh, isn't Excalibur that sword that's stuck in a mountain and can only be pulled out by a king or something like that?" She had heard about the sword from before when she was doing some reading on enchanted items, though to be honest she didn't remember many details that clearly besides it's name. "That sounds pretty impressive."

Arthur seemed to revel in the praise she gave him, puffing put his chest a bit and flexing his arms. "Impressive is one word for it, you could also call it spectacular! Majestic! Awe-inspiring!"

She snorted softly at him, he looked kinda stupid like that, but it seemed like the topic was working in making him feel better from last night. Also, his boasting was a little bit... Cute? Shaking off the strange thought she returned to the topic at hand.

"But why is there a rock stuck to it? I've never heard of it having that? Doesn't it make it heavier to swing?" She asked, genuinely interested.

"Oh," He seemed a bit caught of guard by her question. "That's- It came off with the sword! Yeah, I pulled it out with such strength that it broke the rock and this piece got stuck to it. It's still works perfectly fine, and well if it's heavier then I haven't noticed."

It was obvious that he was lying about some aspect of the story, but Edda could in all honestly not say exactly what due to just how little she really knew about the sword itself. So she just let out another small snort and smiled about his once again probably exaggerated story.

The rest of the breakfast passed with both of them being in pretty high spirits, Arthur now seemingly having temporary forgotten about the incident that night in light of getting to brag about his sword, and Edda just happy that the gloom that he had covered the house in was gone. There was of course another thing that made Edda happy, the excitement over getting to start looking into Arthur's curse.