Prophecy or fate is not known. Arthur was worried about the future ahead, which was almost on his heels. The man was worried about his people, the kingdom, and how negotiations with potential allies would go in the future. He took care of those who needed the king's help. These are important aspects of his life that couldn't be overlaid with the usual "we'll figure it out."

Arthur always wondered if it was worth it. Maybe he wasn't suitable for the role of king? But, King Arthur... it sounds. Of course, the problem itself would not be solved, but the man hoped.

On the day when everything became a foregone conclusion, he found that very forest nymph, a witch among the common people. His eyes studied, analyzed her behavior. And the strangeness about him was biased. The man raised an eyebrow, letting out a long sigh. "Aren't you tired of running? These are foreign lands."

A quiet voice was heard behind her, but the mocking notes persisted until the very end of his monologue. The man stuck the blade of the sword into the wet ground, placing both palms on the hilt.

"Walking around like this without a guard, without an escort... boldly."

So, what should she do now? Arthur's neck stretched out slightly because he wanted to look at it in front of him in more detail.

"No, no. Running is not an option at all."