The pair travelled in an odd ambience. Shifting between random short topics and suggestions that lasted seconds and still tense silence.
Every now and then, the silver-haired girl stole glances in the prince's direction only to retract when Arthur turned to her.
The prince pretended not to notice, scouring through his mind for conversation topics while he tried to ignore the odd behaviour.
The first time they'd met had been different from this. Back then, Arthur was curious about anything and everything his eyes saw…
Thinking back on it now, he could see how that behaviour could have been termed as… 'pestering.'
Then again, Lucy had paid him back in full by vanishing at her first opportunity. Arthur couldn't blame her. She had saved him from bouncing through the RuneTrain at the mercy of gravity and questionably fortified glass.
In the prince's mind, they were even.