"I know I was just teasing." Arthur laughs shaking his head with a grin. He turns back to look at his grandson.

"Well, you can't really blame them, we Pendragon's are blessed and curse by our looks." No self-esteem problems there.

"Now, Custen, I have a little present for you." He reches into the pouch around his tunic and draws out a small silver disc. "Something special for my first born grandchild."

He clears his throat because even after all these years it's still an emotional subject. "It belonged to your great-grandmother."