The first year passed in a haze of treaties and tournaments.
Arthur only remembered the pain.
He felt as though his innards had been carved out, sent to burn alongside Gwen and then had the remaining cavity filled with never-ending grief.
He felt as though he had crossed worlds and now lived in a shadow world to everyone else.
The worst of all was that he could not bear to hold his son.
Somehow, loving Thomas was a betrayal of his wife, yet he knew only too well that it was an unforgivable thing to do to an innocent child.