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 opened the door as they walked out of the library with a flourish.
"Ladies first, M'lady." he looked up to see her lips pull into a small amused smile.
"Why thank you, my good sir." She said with a theatrical courtesy, followed by a short but clear laugh.
He liked when she laughed, even if it occasionally sounded sort of strange, especially how her face lit up and her eyes came to life when she did it. It was a pretty refreshing sight as well after having seen her doing the same tense expression for almost the entire time they were working in the library. Though he guessed he didn't hate how her face had looked with that expression either. She had a pretty nice looking face that grew on you after a while.
"Do I have some dust on my face or something? What are you staring at buddy?" Edda said, raising one of her eyebrows at him.
"Oh nothing, just." he took a beat to pull the most charming smile he was capable of. "Admiring the view."
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A look of surprise fell on Edda's face and her cheeks flushed, before she broke out in uncontrollable laughter.
"What view? The wall behind me?" She wheezed out in-between her screams of laughter. "You're clearly not referring to this thing." She waved her hand in-front of her face, followed up by her having to lean against the wall to steady her balance as she let out a few more belts of sharp, almost cackling laughter.
Arthur wasn't exactly sure how to describe how he felt at that moment. Shocked? Disturbed? Horrified? What was it she found so funny about him complimenting her face? Did she think him flirting with her was a joke? Why did she refer to her face in that way?
"Good one Casanova." She said, bent over as she leaned against the wall, unable to see his horrified face. She lifted up her hand in a high five.
She was finding the idea of someone liking her face funny! A stupid joke! He had to do something about this!
He lifted his hands to hold the one she was holding up, determined to grasp it, look deep into her eyes and tell her how wonderful her face was and that it was not a punchline to a joke. And then she would look as him with her wonderful and soft eyes, lean close to him as she did the night before and-
"Have you never seen a high five before? It's like this." She slapped her hand against the two hands he was holding up and shot him a blinding, cheerful, smile. "You don't need two hands to do that."
Arthur found himself dazed looking at her cheerful face, completely losing track of what he was thinking about.
"Anyway," Edda stood up and stretched her back a bit. "Thanks for the laugh, let's go and see if we can get back to the inn without having an encounter with those royal assholes, shall we?"
"Uh huh, yeah, no problem." He said, still struggling to get his bearings.
As they walked down the small town a small sense of frustration filled him, what sort of man was he to just let a maiden imply such things about herself without him stopping her!
