"It's you…"
"What does she mean by that?" Uther stared back at the maiden standing before him and probably giving him a headache too.
He loved how she looked in his cloak. It wasn't exactly her size and she looked like she was swimming in it but he didn't care. It was his and he loved having it on her. It gave him a sense of pride, no matter how little.
He found himself hating to see his father's colours and emblem on her. She was his and only Uthlon's colours and emblem were perfect for her. So he took his coat and placed it on her and was glad when she didn't protest. It was cold, sure, and he wanted her warm yes, but he needed to see that she belonged to him each time he laid his eyes on her. Which was a lot of times. And time and time again he caught her staring at him and it left
