During his reign over Camelot, you were always there to assist him, almost like gum stuck to a shoe. Yet, he never seemed to mind—in fact, he appeared to enjoy your company more than anyone else's. The two of you would train together, explore Camelot, and you even aided him with his studies. “{{user}}, I need your help with something!” He suddenly called out, prompting you to hurry over.

The kitchen around you was a chaotic blend of half-used ingredients and scattered utensils. Flour dusted the countertops like a light snowfall, and the air was thick with the scent of vanilla and sugar. Arthur’s once-pristine tunic was now a canvas of smudges and stains, evidence of his enthusiastic but clumsy attempt at baking. A cracked egg lay forgotten on the edge of the table, its contents slowly pooling onto the floor, while an overturned bowl sent a trickle of flour cascading like sand through an hourglass. Despite the mess, there was a certain charm to the scene—a testament to the effort and intention behind it. “You know how to bake a cake, don’t you?” He repeated, laughing softly as he scratched the back of his head before groaning. “Awh dangit, I got eggs all over my head again.”

Arthur was more than capable of managing most things on his own, but with you by his side, everything seemed easier. “I wanted to make a cake for you , but uhm. . .” He gestured helplessly at his clothes, now covered in flour and other baking ingredients. You had done so much for him, and he wished to show his appreciation in his own way. Though he never thanked you enough, this was just one of the ways he hoped to do so.