"Arthur! Get down right this instant!"
"No! You can't tell me what to do!"
How exactly did Gaius get in this position? Ever since Uther went off to hunt with the knights, Gauis was stuck looking after Arthur. All Gaius wanted to do was create an anecdote for one of his new patients.
"This is Arthur," the king introduced to the old physician. "I don't think you two have met before."
"No, in fact we haven't," Gaius replied. He bent down to meet the young prince in the eye.
"I have heard a lot about you," Gaius said to the small, blonde boy.
"You have more wrinkles than I imagined," he replied bitterly.
"Now Arthur, give respect like you've been taught," the king told his son firmly.
"Hello Gaius," Arthur muttered in a monotone voice.
As soon as that boy walked through his door, Gaius knew trouble was coming in to nip him at the nose. This child refused to do anything he said, no matter how much Gaius yelled at him. He tried creating potions on his own, yanked every book off of the shelves, and now he was hanging from the ceiling by his shirt, which only the high priests could say how he got up there.
"Arthur, you better come down this instant or I am going to come up there myself."
"I bet you can't climb up that ladder with all the wrinkles you have on your body."
"You're stuck, aren't you?"
Arthur folded his hands over his chests as he continued to dangle on the railing. "Yes," he muttered under his breath.
Gaius didn't know how to get him down, but he did know one thing: this was going to be one long night.