Arthur had been in the hall for about 30 minutes and there I was, pacing the halls, trying to make out what they said.

It didn't sound good...

Harsh words could be heard being exchanged between the two and I didn't know why. It wasn't like I was just one of the townsfolk. I was a noble. Why would Uther opose to our feelings for one another?

Arthur exited the hall and looked at me with grave eyes.

"Arthur? What is it?" I asked, holding his hands in mine.

"My father wishes to speak with you." He mumbled.

I sighed and nodded, kissing his cheek before I confronted the king.

The doors closed behind me and there was Uther, sat in his throne.

"Iraina." He said, simply.

"You wanted to speak with me, sire?" I questioned.

"I want you to stay away from my son. I know of your plan."

My plan?

"My plan, sire? What plan?" I asked.

"Do not play the fool with me, Iraina. I understand you are grieving but that is no reason to use my son for your own devices." He snapped.

I could not believe what I was hearing.

"My lord... I do not understand wha-"

"DO NOT GIVE ME YOUR LIES. I KNOW YOUR GAME." Uther boomed, making me jump.

"I do not know what you mean, my king. You have got it all wrong. I-I love your son." I blurted out.

The king looked astonished.

And, quite frankly, I felt that way too.

"Stop lying to yourself." Uther hissed.

"I am not, sire. I love your Arthur more than anything. He has helped me through my losses and he has gained my trust quicker than anyone has." I explained. "I am not using him for anything, you have to believe me. Even when I am done grieving and am ready to move on, I will still love him and I shall remain that way for the rest of my being."

Uther looked at me suspiciously.

"Alright. I'll believe you. But if you let me or him down even once. I will have you thrown in the dungeons." He said. "You can go."

I curtsied and nodded to him.

"My lord."