Arthur Pendragon had always considered himself above the common folk, his royal status reinforcing that belief. He believed peasants were beneath his notice, and today was no different.

An argument had erupted between him and a local peasant, and their exchange had been nothing short of heated. Arthur's pride remained unshaken, but his temper had flared like a wildfire.

"Listen, you should know your place," he declared, his voice laced with condescension, fueling the flames of their dispute.