Uther makes Arthur attend the annual charity gala at the botanical gardens during the World Cup finals
A cheer rises up from a table near the back of the arboretum. They are surrounded by tropical plants and flowers of every riotous color, but every occupant of this table has his eyes fixed on a four-inch screen in Arthur Pendragon's hands.
"Bloody smartphones," Uther grumbles, glaring back at them over his merlot.
"Well, you did schedule this event during the World Cup finals, Father," Mogana chides.
"I should send Guinevere over there to distract him," he says, thinking he's having a brilliant idea.
"Um, Dad, Gwen's in his lap, cheering with the rest of them."
"Oh. Bugger. Wait, in his lap, you say? When did that happen? I mean, officially? I know he's been interested in her, but…"
"About five minutes ago. There was no more room at the table, and Arthur, ever the gentleman…"
Uther snorts.
"…managed to find her the best seat in the house," Morgana smirks.
"Indeed," Uther sighs.
"Give it up, Dad. He's here. He didn't pull the phone out until after the dinner and the speeches. Now it's just mingling and dessert. Besides, if you break it up now, everyone will think you're a massive tosser."
"Can't have that," Uther chuckles.
"Well, they'll think it more than they already do," she smirks at him.
"Obviously," Uther says, still chuckling. He takes a drink of his wine.
He saunters away from his daughter, heading casually back to the group at the back table. He is waylaid a few times by other attendees, and he approaches just as another cheer rise up. He even sees Gwen kiss Arthur on the cheek. He has to admit that they do look rather good together.
He moves closer, then stops. "Godwin, not you, too…"
