King Arthurs Narrative

I had to interest in seeing the carriage, but Arthur desperately wanted to so I decided to stand behind him outside our home when the king, his guards, and whoever else was with him rode past our shack. After hours of standing in the cold to make my son happy I began to wonder if the rumors were true maybe the carriage wasn't going to pass through our village. What if the king was hurt what if he had changed his mind what if the carriage was attacked, but those questions all poured out of my ears when Arthur tugged on my shelve. “Father where is the king?” “Don't worry I am sure his carriage will come racing down the road any second.” Arthur took my word as law the royal carriage had to come if it didn't it would break his heart. The entire village was standing on both sides of the dirt road that went through the heart of our town waiting for the carriage to finally crawl over the snow covered horizon. …show more content…
Servants would gather around them anytime they snapped their fingers, clapped their hands, or just coughed. I remember a few years ago a local noble sent for me to heal his son who had fallen out of a tree and broken his right leg. I healed the boy, but before I left the noble sneeze and became hidden behind a curtain of servants all holding out handkerchiefs for their master to blow his nose on. The noble and his slaves made me no attention as I walked out of his home and returned to my village. Royalty were greedy, cruel, and apathetic monsters coated in a veil of jewelry, expensive attire, and a title. After I saved Claire's life we would talk every day for at least an hour causing a friendship to