Arthur strikes me as the type of shithead who just makes shit up to mess with gullible people. Especially Alfred.
Alfred makes a joke about King Arthur and how Arthur Kirkland was named after him, and not missing a beat completely deadpan, Arthur is like
“You’ve got it the wrong way round, actually. I was always a bit bothered by that to tell you the truth. He was an ugly bugger and didn’t like me one bit.”
“What? Hold up- wait wait wait - he was real?”
“What kind of- of course he was real. I was good friends with his mum, that’s why she named him after me, but he himself was a fucking nuisance.”
“You what - wasn’t his mom supposed to be some kind of evil-“
“Oh posh, that’s what all those propagandist want you to believe. Anti-Anglo nonsense.”
“I’m Anglo Saxon, lad, Pendragon was a Breton. Wanted to kill me.”
“Crooked teeth too, always whistled when he spoke. Really annoying.” Looks up, his brother has entered the room. “Rhys got the worst of it, though, he’s the one who protected the bugger for so long.”
Rhys, glances at Arthur’s deadpan expression, Alfred’s pure confusion, not missing a beat: “oh yeah for sure he was an ass.” And then mouths at Arthur (who??) (King Arthur) (ah) “he was a Breton alright, one of mine, but my god he was an annoying one when he wasn’t being all charismatic to his men. I much preferred Merlin.”
Arthur rolls his eyes where Alfred can’t see and glares at Rhys, who was, in fact, “Merlin”.
Alfred is still reeling. “Sorry, wait, the wizard was real too??? You’re making shit up now, you’re absolutely making shit up.”
“Oh no, it was all real, the stories just got most of it wrong,” Rhys assures him, “the table wasn’t round, anyway, it was an awkwardly long rectangle. Also Arthur was brunette, most people get that wrong.”
“And the magic? Wizard??? dragons???”
“Depends on who you ask,” Arthur deadpans.
Rhys winks at him. Alfred’s eyes look like they might actually leap out of his skull. After some accusations of “fucking with him”, Alfred eventually leaves the room to revisit every mythology book he’s ever read.
“You always make things sound so much more dull than they were,” Rhys complains. Arthur snorts.
“What, and tell him the truth? He wouldn’t believe me. Besides, this is much more fun. The boy doesn’t have a mind for magic, you know that.”
“Whatever happened to that sword, anyway?”
“I’ve told you, I really did lose it.”
“Jesus, Rhys, only you would lose a goddamn king’s sword,”
“He wasn’t even your king, you appropriating ass—“
“I was practically his godfather.”
“God-cousin, then. At any rate, that sword was special-“
“It wasn’t, it was just a plain old hand-me-down-“
“It had perfect balance, and he promised me I could have it if he ever-“
“Lady of the lake — just because you got your girlfriend to cover your ass because you dropped it in a fucking Llyn—“
“Responsible wizard, my ass—“
“The fae what did it were Saxon, you asshole,”
“I’m glad the humans always make you a decrepit old man, it suits you better.”
“I will turn you into a toad.”