The Darkest Hour...
On Thomas's third birthday, Arthur bedded a woman for the first time in years.
His overwhelming guilt and his embarrassment at his quick, lacklustre performance coalesced into a rage that his young son bore the brunt of the following evening.
Each night, the nursemaid would bring the toddler prince to bid goodnight.
That night was no different, yet the ale that Arthur had consumed to dull his shame found his darkest thoughts and voiced them all.
"Why her? Why not you?"
The maid took Thomas and ran, while Arthur destroyed his chambers.
"I wish that she had lived, not you!"