Kill Arthur

"What did you say..." I whispered.

He waved a hand at me dismissively. "It's an old, old Celtic language. Weird I-"

"No," I swallow back the tears of hearing the language of my home. "I-I know it. It's been years since I've heard it."

"What?" He gave me that side cocky smile. "I think you're confusing it for something else, Love."

"It was at King Auther's party... The fire. Where you there?" I remember it like it was yesterday. I can still feel the flames on my skin. Tears are flowing from my eyes freely.

The smile slowly fell from his face. "What... did you say?"