Summary: Arthur had never touched it before, not since he had been a small child.
Word Count: 100
Arthur slid his hands lightly over the fancy motif of the tiara. It lay on red velvet lifelessly like his father. Arthur had never touched it before, not since he had been a small child. It wasn’t just a crown, it had been part of Uther’s body and soul, the symbol of his power. Its weight wasn’t because of the gold itself, it lay in the responsibility that burdened its owner. The grief felt for his father had washed away his fears that now hit him with full force. This was Uther’s, not his. Arthur feared it never would be.