"I never would have guessed," Mytho muses as his fingers stroke the feathers on Duck's head. "But then, I didn't guess that she was Princess Tutu before, either."
"I wonder why we've never heard any variations of the story," Rue wonders.
"It was probably a result of being in Drosselmeyer's story," Fakir responds over the tea they provided. "As far as we were concerned, other versions might as well have been other realities. But now that Drosselmeyer's part is done, those realities are possible again."
Mytho frowns even as he tickles under Duck's beak. "But why would they be at work now? Have you been writing on them, Fakir?"
Fakir shakes his head. "I think... I think it has to do with us not following the roles Drosselmeyer set down for us. Autor had said Drosselmeyer's characters are composite characters, so the histories that others had put down were present, even if we didn't know it."
"Hmm..." Rue hums. "Like Sleeping Beauty."
"Like Sleeping Beauty?" Mytho echoes, stopping in his affections towards Duck and taking Rue's hand.
"Well, how much does Aurora do once she's actually asleep? But even though she's sleeping, she's still present, still important."
The Prince nods at his Princess's words before turning to Fakir. "This does establish Princess Tutu's curse. But do we have any idea about a cure?"
"Not a clue," Fakir admits, reaching his hand out as Duck waddles back to him on the table.
Mytho brings his hands together, resting his elbows on the table and putting his chin on his hands. Rue moves her hand to sit on his shoulder.
"Do we want to try figuring anything out before the wedding?" Mytho asks with a glance at his Princess.
Rue looks from Duck to Fakir and back, worrying the corner of her lip in concentration. She leans over and whispers something in Mytho's ear. He nods and gives her a small kiss in response, making her blush.
"Quaaaaa..." Duck coos.
Mytho laughs and goes, "In the meantime, we'll make arrangements for a place to stay."