I never thought I’d be the one to change England. I’m just Arthur—Wart, really—a squire, a nobody. Kay’s the knight, the son, the one with a future. Me? I fetch his armor, clean his boots, and try not to get in the way.

But today, everything changed.

I was supposed to bring Kay’s sword from the inn. The tournament’s starting, and without it, he can’t compete. The place was locked, closed for the holiday. I was panicking, pacing near the old anvil in the square, when Archimedes screeched from above.

'There! The sword in the stone!'

I didn’t think. I just reached for it. It slid out like it was waiting for me.

Now I’m running back, the blade glowing in my hands, people staring, murmuring. Ector’s face—shock, then disbelief. He made me put it back. I pulled it again. Same result.

They’re calling me king.

I don’t feel like a king. I feel like a boy who just wanted to help his brother.

Merlin’s gone. Kay hates me. And the crown… it’s heavier than any armor I’ve ever carried.

What do I do now?