Day one.
Gaius says I have to write about what happened so that I can move on, but how can I? How can I just accept this? How can I forgive him? He found out about my magic, he accepted me! He listened to my story and thanked me for my service. Then he did this. He took my life away from me with a word. Oh, I'm still alive, obviously. But being alive isn't living. How can I possibly live like this? I'll never be able to work anywhere else. I'll never be able to take a wife nor have children. I will forever be King Arthur's foolish idiot servant. Always. If only Mother could see me now. Thank the Gods she can't. This is how low my destiny has brought me, I'm thankful that my mother is dead. Arthur took that from me too. I couldn't have the week off to visit my dying mother. He needed his sword polished and his chamber pot cleaned. He needed his life saved over and over. Sometimes I wish I had let Mary Collins kill him. Perhaps Uther would have told Morgana of her parentage. Maybe she would have been a kind ruler. Maybe I could have helped her with her magic and I wouldn't be sitting here writing about it because I could speak.
Maybe that's what I'll do. I'll work on my non-verbal magic and go back in time. I'll let that awful man die and I won't become a eunuch without a tongue.