"You are my king now, cariad."

Cariad. That's what Selwyn had called you a few months ago, and the word had been running through your mind ever since. Could it mean something? If yes, what did it mean? All of these questions were answered when you turned to William, the Scion of Gawain and good friend.

Today, it's your birthday, and, after all that running from the shadowborn, it's not until you sit down in the garden on your own that you realize how long it's been since you've celebrated anything, much less yourself.

"Hey, birthday girl." You hear Selwyn say.

His eyes analyze your face before he smiles and hops down from the garden wall and moves towards you, hands in his pockets.