The Prince and I
Most of the time I don't understand what brings me back to Arthur's side, constantly. Of course the dragon told me it's my destiny to look out for the Prince, of course Gaius keeps telling me that it's the purpose for my magical gift, and of course I listen to their constant advice.
But still, it's somewhat of a phenomenon I don't get. I don't get why I find myself on my way to the Prince's chambers while he's been the most outrageous arrogant fool, telling me I am an idiot and all sorts of other unflattering names, just an hour earlier.
What on Earth am I doing, and why? I ask this of myself at least ten times a day when it's been a particularly bad week. When I find myself cleaning his chambers, his chainmail, his stables, his clothes, and there is not even one small word of gratitude leaving his mouth. I save his neck multiple times, and what do I get in return? Him telling me I'm stupid. Him throwing food at my head. And there's no way I can use magic to teach him a lesson, which makes it all very frustrating as well.
No, there must be something that is driving me to him. I have thought it over for a while, trying to get to the bottom of it. Thinking hard about the dragon's words. 'One can never truly hate what makes it whole.' But what if my magic has a bigger part in this than I like to admit? No servant I know has such a strong bound with his master, not even with a friend or a brother most of the time. It's a bound I can't describe.
Even when he's being totally unreasonable, making me do all these chores, throwing things at me, I can sense something inside of him, underneath all the bravado. It's hard to miss at times, but it's most certainly there. I think it's my magic that makes it so clear for me to see. His honour, loyalty, fairness and bravery, and his friendship.
And there is one thing that I have found out the hard way already...
My magic hurts when I am not around Arthur.
