A/N: Yeah, I'm doing drabbles now too. Is it really so surprising considering the typical length of my chapters?
The title is a work in progress, we'll see what happens there.

Prompt: Share a childhood memory from the perspective of any character you choose.

He looked up at his father, seated at the heavily-carved desk as he sifted through a stack of parchment.

"Father?" He said respectfully, standing to the side and waiting to be addressed.

"What is it?" The elder asked, not even sparing a glance for his son.

"Could we go out? You promised to teach me to use a sword and-"

"Not today, can't you see I'm busy?"

"Yes sir," he responded, eyes downcast as he shuffled from the room. Father was always too busy.

Uther made a vow to himself at that moment: if he ever had a son, he would always make time for him.