I first saw him at a diplomatic function in London. Even as a small child his flawless posture, polite charm, constant calculation… reminded me so much of Sir Pellinore and a little of Arthur. But his aura gave him away to me immediately. Silver. Sharp. He sensed me watching. Sensed more than he should have.
Now 17… he’s not the strongest. Not the fastest. But he sees patterns. Connects pieces. And people listen. His voice carries a weight backed by magic, charm and history. Very much like Arthur.
He doubts himself. That may keep him honest. Humble.
The others already follow him. I don’t think he believes it yet.
