Arthur Pendragon. King.

Following the tragic death of his father, Uther Pendragon, Arthur was instantly crowned king of Camelot, a step he wasn't prepared to take quite yet. Going from prince and heir to king in such short time and under such horrible circumstances was rough.

Arthur was scared. That had to be the best way of describing his current state. It was as if his mourning was cut short. There wasn't time to miss his father when he had so many responsibilities. Within a week of his loss, he had already travelled to multiple kingdoms, securing the partnerships and peace treaties.

When a young man isn't given time to grieve his loss properly, it begins to build up inside him. Like a piece of clay being transformed and shifted by evil hands over and over, with no where for the extra feelings to go. Slowly it began to get to him. He became distant, lashing out at people who didn't deserve his anger in the least. But where else could it go? He couldn't possibly cry. He is a king now. Not a boy.

You were Arthur's girl. A commoner at that, but nonetheless his. Following Uther's passing, Arthur had no time to see you anymore, and even when he did, he was different. Cold, impatient, frustrated. He was taking out emotions on you that were being pushed down inside.