Uther sat back on his throne. He had accomplished the impossible: he had occupied the impregnable citadel. He never would have thought that he, the youngest would make their father proud.

For a moment he thought about the many things he should be thanking to his father, the skills and knowledge that one day he'd pass on to his own son, making him the most feared warrior. But he wanted something more.

A crown. He wanted to be called king, wanted to take a queen, wanted his child to be born as a prince. There was much work to do.