45. You're a witch.

The ceremony was finally over and the royals from other kingdoms were beginning to take their leave. Arthur also retired to his room, with Winnifred following him closely behind. As soon as they got into this room, she closed the door behind her. He walked further into his room without any word as he removed the gold robe he was in and dropped it on his bed. Winnifred turned to face the door so she wouldn't watch him change. Arthur on the other hand cared less about this. When he was done changing his clothes and he realized that she was facing the door, he spoke.

"You can turn around now." He said to her as he jumped on his bed and lied down on it to relax his body. He had a long day and he ended rest, and to also take his mind off the thought of his late mother.

Winnifred turned around slowly, with one eye open. Seeing that he was really done changing his clothes, she opened the other eye and cleared her throat before speaking. "Uhm, do you need anything? Or should I take my leave and let you have some rest?"

"Well…" Arthur started and paused again, as he looked everywhere in the room except at her. "I need to take my mind off things. Could you help me do that?" He asked politely and calmly as he finally stared at her from his bed.

"Uhm, I don't know. Yes? I mean, what would you like me to do for you?" She asked, not sure what to say or what to do to help him get his mind off things, like he had said.

"I just told you what I want you to do for me. Help me get my mind off things."

"How?" She asked innocently because she honestly had no idea what she could do.

"I don't know? Maybe tell me about yourself or something?" He replied her with another question.

That seemed like a good idea to her, so she smiled. She was finally going to tell someone about her world and everything there and how it was so different from this world she suddenly found herself in. She knew he might not believe her, but she was going to tell him all the details anyway. "Fine!" She said with a smile. "Can I at least have a seat though?" She asked politely.

"Sure." He said and patted his bed with his left hand. Reluctantly, she went ahead to sit on the bed, but made sure it was a bit far from the side he was lying on. Arthur noticed this but he said nothing.

"So, yes. My actual name is Winnifred Jones, and I was born into a very wealthy family."

Arthur chuckled at that. "You mean the head priest's family is what you call a very wealthy family?"

"Hey!" She snapped at him but in a playful manner. "Let me speak."

"Okay, okay." He raised his hands in surrender. "Go on," he added with another smile.

"Good. In my world, we're way ahead of you here. What if I told you we're already in the year 2022?" She said, and even though it was a rhetorical question, he replied her.

"So now you go into the future? That's some cool stuff." He made jest of her, not believing her story yet.

"Okay, now, will you actually let me speak?"

"Okay, okay." He said and chuckled softly.

"I have a younger sister named Willow, and oh my goodness, Willow is such a tattletale. There was nothing you could tell her that she'd be able to keep a secret. She was definitely going to tell everyone. We were never really on good terms though, but I miss her a lot now that I've been separated from her for sometime now. I wonder if she misses me too, but I doubt it. She never really liked me anyway." Winnifred said and shrugged.

"That reminds me a lot about Hunter. He gets so much attention from father and despite how much I am supposed to hate him, I just can't. He's still my brother after all, and I am his elder brother. I have to love him in some unexplainable way." Arthur said and rolled his eyes. "It irks me that I do."

"Awww," Winnifred cooed with a small smile which made Arthur look at her in some way. "So, was that why he was made the crowned prince? Cause according to what I know and I've read in books, the first son is supposed to be the crowned prince. And that automatically means you are supposed to be the crowned prince, so..." Her voice trailed off as she stared at him, demanding a reply.

"Well," he started and paused again to think of how to place his words. "Like I said, he's father's favourite. And with the look of things, he wants to be the next king badly, so he does everything father asks him to and even does what he isn't asked to, just to favour father." He paused and rolled his eyes at the thought of what he just said.

"And you?"

"What about me?"

"What of you? You don't want to be king?"

"Of course, I do. But I'm not in anyway ready to be on loggerheads with anyone over some silly title. I believe whatever is mine won't pass by me and if it's his, it'll be his in the end." He said and shrugged.

"Wow." She said, impressed by his thinking and his simple way of life. He was too simple minded for a prince, she thought.

"So, back to you." He said and adjusted himself on the bed to a more convenient resting posture.

"Yeah. I was born in 2005." As she said that, Arthur raised his eyebrows at her a bit, knowing fully well that their world wasn't even up to the year 2000 yet, not to talk of 2005, but he didn't interrupt her anyway. "I attend a high school for wealthy kids like me, and the name of my school is Nobel Private School. I... have a bestfriend whose name is Ella. We live in New York, I got a Porsche for my sixteenth birthday last year." She finished with a smile as she turned to look at Arthur, who had a confused look on his face.

"What is a Porsche… or what did you just call it?" He asked curiously.

"Oh, that. It's a car."

"You're only making it more complicated. Explain it with something I know of." He said to her, still looking extremely clueless.

"You see, in the year 2922, we don't move around with horses. We do so with cars, bicycles, trains, airplanes, helicopters and all sort of technology based means of transport. The cars, trains and bicycles work on the land and the airplanes and helicopters work on air. The airplanes are the fastest to get to your destination though."

Arthur suddenly burst into laughter, which made Winnifred confused. "You're some sort of joker, aren't you?" He asked between his laughs.

Winnifred was stunned as to how he thought she was joking, but she didn't blame him, judging by the fact that if she were in his shoes and was the one that has lived all her life in the 1700s, she would never believe if anyone came to tell her the stuffs she was telling him. So, she let him have a good laugh.

"Are you done laughing now?" She asked with a smirk when he finally stopped laughing.

"You were joking when you talked about moving by air, right? Are you going to fly or something? Are you a bird?" He asked and burst into laughter again. He suddenly stopped and his eyes opened wide.

"What?" Winnifred asked curiously as she noticed how he opened his eyes as if he had just realized something.

"You're a witch!" He exclaimed, and then burst into laughter again.

"Hey! I am not!" Winnifred said and threw a nearby pillow at him, which made him chuckle even more loudly.

"I see that you find that thrilling. But maybe what you'd find even more thrilling is the fact that in my world, which is in the future, I was a spoilt brat. I got everything I wanted whenever I wanted it. I don't mind if you don't believe me though."

"Well, that explains your fiestiness and how you're always acting bossy and not ready to give in to anyone." He said and shrugged, which made her smile a bit. She was proud of herself in some way. "What about we werewolves? What is our fate in the future?" He suddenly asked, bringing her back from her thoughts.

"Well, 60% of people don't even believe in your existence in the future, which means you all might not exist at all."

"Wow," he simply said, but his mind went to the thought of them getting extinct, but he warded off the thought, as they continued their discussion.