So I know that this story was completed but a review from Aaronna inspired me to write a short little end to this tale after Arthur's death. It's only a drabble and to be honest more for me than you but anyhoo... Enjoy!

After the king was officially pronounced dead, along with many of the knights, people started to notice a certain man, revealed to have been a warlock and announced court sorcerer, in the tavern more frequently. Now this wouldn't be an unusual occurance as the young man would make many a visit to the tavern and stay from the last light to the first light the next morning, after which the king would drag him back up to the castle. Of course there was no king to carry him to his chambers this time. This time his king was gone and that was the reason for his saddness. Eventually word got the Queen of her Court sorcerers drinking problem and she would come to collect him, but soon the queen grew weary and could no longer assist him home and so he stayed. For days on end he would sit and drink away his troubles. He sat and drank as Camelot fell around him and as his destiny crumbled to the ground. The saddest part to his tale isn't that he sacrificed all for a cause that never came and that he saw no other escape but the alcohol he found solice in, but was that he didn't even notice the destruction around him as he was so lost in his own self-destruction.