The · Cupbearer

Six months had passed since the boy came to court. Gaius gave Uther weekly reports on the boy's progress, which he acknowledged with a brief nod.

Tomorrow was Arthur's birthday, and he had purchased a dependable horse with a steady gait.

This didn't explain why he was currently at Gaius' quarters, watching the boy, who gazed back.

“Why do you look sad?”

He started. This was the first time he heard the boy speak.

“Mum goes to sleep one night and didn't wake up. Gaius said your wife didn't wake up. Is that why you're sad?”

Uther went still. “Yes.”

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