Long ago Alfred believed.
He believed in all the magic. The fairies. The unicorns. All the creatures. Even the Flying Green Mint Bunny. He saw everything with his wide innocent eyes. Taking it all with a breath of amazement as it sparkled before him.
He opened his heart and mind. Never thinking for a moment he'd ever want to get away from it all.
Because when Arthur took his hand and led him gently through the wondrous world of legend, nothing seemed to matter. Life was perfect as it was.
But when Alfred grew up, the curious glimmer in his innocent blue eyes began to fade. Along with the magic piece by piece. He found himself overwhelmed by Arthur trying to bring the magic back and wished for freedom.
His Independence.
Everyday he sees less of the world of legend or more of the harsh reality.
Maybe that's what made Arthur so bitter, Alfred would reflect, but what made Arthur truly so bitter was the fact that he had brought a non-believer into his close and private world- the one Stonehenge had passed on to him.
Long ago Alfred believed, but that was long ago. Not now. A time where only the harshest of realities remain.