Gen | Uther | 26.10.08 | 13 | 1,729 words | Sentry Arthur smacked the servant on his behind with the flat of his sword and the boy did no more than roll his eyes as the young prince laughed. Uther frowned, shaking his head at the servant's impertinence and Arthur's tolerance of it. One day he would be king. Such tolerance could be his undoing. Rule with an iron fist, Uther's father had told him, and men will follow you into battle without question. Rule with a little love, his queen had told... read more