For so long, for so many years I served him. Let him beat me and humiliate me, each harsh word and unnecessary blow slowly stripping me of my faith in him. All in service of a future foretold by a conniving and manipulative dragon. A future that will never come to pass.
He ordered a girl executed, little more than a child. Based on the most circumstantial evidence, too. But, that's not what made me realise just how futile staying in Camelot was. Not completely. It was the way Arthur delivered the verdict. How was it he once put it? 'Immediately and without hesitation'. And without the merest trace of remorse. Even Uther, at the height of his rage, showed some small amount of regret. Buried so very deeply, and for his own actions, but regret nonetheless. But what I saw in Arthur's eyes; it scared me.
So I fled. I saved the girl. Took her to safety in Mercia. Then I sought you out. To tell you... to tell you that you were right. All along, you were right. To tell you that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for lying to you. For not seeing the truth sooner. For everything.
If you let me, I will stand beside you. Fight for you, and for our people. We can take Camelot. Together.