In my first life, I learned early on that the servants that Uther would treat like shite, were far more important than they were given. Hell, they were more important than Uther, but I knew that was my bias. Those servants, besides Arthur, were my only friends in the castle. They helped me when Arthur couldn’t. It was my prerogative to know servants and make sure they are given their due. Unlike so many other rulers, I actually cared about the servants who essentially ran the castle.