Arthur in simple words is an utter prick who drives me crazy without even try it. He is a snobby entitled rich boy, who thinks is better than anyone just because he exists. After his puppy in love attitude at the beginning, he started to order me around as if I were his maidservant and expected me to do as he wished because he had said so. On the other hand, Arthur was also a kind and caring person... deep down. Even if he didn't want to admit it he is a very good man, born to be a leader is confident (He would have been the greatest king in another life), drop dead handsome, intelligent (even when he tried the best to act dumb, or that he wasn't a smart pants as he calls me), hurt and scared to love. Even though he never said it I knew that he loves me, I see it each time his eyes look at me, never straying as if I were the only person in the room. I see it in the way he touches me, so carefully as if I were a precious object that might break if treated roughly. I see it each time he gifts me something, not those extravagant gifts that Uther gives me, but ones that are meaningful. Thinks I mentioned only once during our conversations, things that really didn't matter and thought he wasn't listening to, but afterwards I find them delivered to me. His way to say that everything I say, no matter how little and meaningless it is, he listens to and cares about me... His way of saying I love you.

So, even if Arthur is an utter prick who drives me crazy without even trying, he is my utter prick that I love so much.

"There you are Pendragon!" I yelled at my boyfriend, as I barged into his office "You have to stop your father from buying me expensive gifts! I just received a blue Ferrari as I was opening the café today. What's coming next?! A mansion?!" I stopped my babbling when I noticed the angry look on my boyfriend's face "Arthur?... Are you all right?" I asked confused, my tone lowering.

"Peachy!" he responded sarcastically, tone harsh making me flinch back unconsciously "I just found out that my girlfriend slept with two of my best friends!" he screamed at me.

"What?... Arthur, what the bloody heel are you talking about?! I didn't sleep with anyone but you since we met!" I snapped back, more than confused right now.

"Gwaine Golding and Lancelot du Lac sound familiar to you?" I asked me, getting in my face "Those are my best friends!".

"La... Lancelot?! Gwaine?! But... I..." I stuttered, shocked as hell by the revelation that the last two men I slept with are the best friends of my actual boyfriend.

"But... I... Yes! Lancelot and Gwaine!" he mocked me, I could see the hurt in his eyes surely recalling the betrayal of his last girlfriend. However, that doesn't give him the right to take it off on me.

"It doesn't matter!" I snapped at him angrily, not liking his attitude "Yes, I slept with them. Hell, I was engaged to Lancelot! But that was before I even met you..." I took a deep breath to calm myself down "It means nothing... they are nothing but good friends now. Arthur, look at me" he raised his eyes from the floor to me "I love you. You are the only man in my life that really matters to me right now... and for the rest of my life. I would follow you everywhere, obey everything you say because you are worth it. You are the greatest man I've ever known, the person I admire and look up to the most in my life".

I knew that I will grow to hate those words in the future, when Arthur surely will held them on me to tease the bloody hell out of me. But the love of my life needed the reassurance that I would never betray him like Gwen and Lancelot did in the past. He needs to know that he matters, that he is loved, that he is important, no matter how good is confident façade is, inside of him is a very insecure kid who never got the praise or love of his parents. At least now, he is beginning to fix things with Uther.

"Sorry" he mumbled, dragging me into his arms and hiding his face on my neck. Biting and licking it playfully, making me squirm and giggle.

"Did his highness just ask for forgiveness?! Ladies and gentlemen it's the beginning of the Apocalypse!" I joked lightening the tense mood in the room.

"Shut it Idiot" he grumped.

"Clotpole!" I snapped back.

"Buffon" he teased back.

"Dollop..." the rest of my insult was drowned by his lips on mine.

"Now what is this about my father buying you a car?" he asked me, once our kiss was broken.

I smiled, always into me... even when he is angry at me.

"Well, you see..." I began to tell him the story, whishing to every divinity out there that neither Lancelot or Gwaine tell him about my... health problem. I finally found the right one, and the last thing I want is to lose him because he finally notices how broken I really am.