His Everything
Uther sighed. This was just too much for him. He couldn't hold it anymore. His own son hated him!
'Nothing would've happened if I hadn't been so stupid' the King thought to himself. He sighed again as the fight he had with Arthur went trough his mind again.
When he thought about it, Uther didn't even know why the fought. There were many reasons the two of them could use to start a fight, but he didn't quite understand what it was this time. He only knew that the words he had said were something that couldn't be taken back that easy.
The scene played in front of his eyes again. He could practically hear himself say those dreadful words again.
„Everything you ever do is wrong! You always say I should be proud of you, but what should I be proud of?! You do nothing but fail me! It would be better if you were never born!"
That last sentence would haunt him for the rest of his life, Uther was sure about that. 'It would be better if you were never born'. How could he say that to his own son?! His own flesh and blood?!
Uther loved Arthur above all. He would never let anyone hurt him, and now he hurt him himself. A wave of guilt overfloaded him as he stared at the, now closed, doors his son ran out not a few minutes ago.
This was wrong. Very wrong. Uther wasn't the kind of person who would admit he was wrong, but now that changed. He knew what he did was unforgiveable. And that thought was eating him alive.
The King rose from his throne and headed towards the doors. A tear escaped his eye but he wiped it away before anyone could see it. He stepped out and vanished in one of the many halls of the castle.
He was going to find Arthur. If he had to, he will beg him to forgive him. He will find his son. His pride, his joy, his life…
His everything…