Uther was marching down the halls; he was a man with a mission. His mission? To get his lazy, irresponsible son of his to attend at least one council meeting. He didn't bother knocking as he entered his son's chambers and at the sight that greeted him, he kind of wished he had.
He stared at his son as he lay in his bed, his arms wrapped around the waist of a very naked man; whom he recognised as Arthur's mentally disabled manservant. 'I'm not even going to bother!' he thought as he turned on his heel and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him and ordering a nearby servant to ensure his son was not disturbed unless it was an emergency.