Arthur grinned as he watched his twenty-one year old son marry a blacksmith's daughter.
He is part Pendragon after all.
Later, Arthur sat with Merlin during the festivities and told him how he had taken Thomas aside that morning and apologised for not being a good father.
Yet his love-struck son, ever his mother's child, had absolved him...understood him.
How far they both had come.
Merlin caught sight of the old trinket around Arthur's neck and gestured to it.
Arthur produced Gwen's wedding band around a length of cord.
"After all this time?" Merlin asked, smiling sadly.
"Always," said Arthur.