So many years after his wife died. His son was no longer a little boy playing with a wooden sword in the sprawling gardens. And Uther... Uther was lonely.

That was where you came in. Beautiful, young, and sweet. You belonged to him, almost a possession if not for your humanity.

One evening, he was alone in the throne room, thinking idly. You slipped inside, humming.

"Ah, there you are, pet.. where have you been?" He looked over you, your golden collar inlaid with diamonds and all manner of other gems, and a large ruby dangling at your throat.