Fatherly
Frigid nights in Camelot were typically crisped with hurling winds and tinting ebony sky and the moonlight that kissed the kingdom itself. During these hours, candles were being blown off, mothers were soothing their children into sleep and helpless lovers roamed the streets tugging each other's sleeves.
When midnight had struck, Guinevere's worries tempted her to approach her husband. "Arthur, will you please get to bed?" Guinevere spoke, and her tone masked her weariness caused by loss of sleep due to Royal duties. However her voice was noticeably tender and motherly. For a Queen, that marked a wife's sincere devotion.
Arthur's face kept a gaze towards the city. A sea of houses stocked the vast kingdom glistening under the moonlight that nourished the kingdom with itself.
"Arthur," Gwen whispered and her voice thick with the warmth of her company. The King glanced at Guinevere, a thin smile curved in his flesh pink lips. When Arthur set himself into the bed, the little prince, the heir of Camelot snuggled in between whilst tightening his grip on the toy cotton teddy bear.
The King gave a glance at the sleeping prince. How his son's appearance was remarkably similar to his. The glimmering blonde hair, the rosy pink lips and the eyes tinted with the delicate blue colour of the oceans. An heir of Camelot was unforeseen since the weight on the King's and Queen's chests hardly lifted off after the war between Camelot and Morgana's army.
An heir was considered as a requirement and thus the King's advisors encouraged providence. Arthur bedded Guinevere after several attempts, though when the announcement of an expected child appeared it roamed through whispers throughout Albion.
The child's name was thought of in the blink of an eye and after giving much thought, they had both settled on an agreement. When the Royal Court were told of the young prince's name, the court people's faces were painted with shock.
"Are you sure, Sire? And are you sure it will not rouse the people's suspicions?" Gaius asked in whines.
Arthur's reply was a short laugh, and he kept his own composure for he was fully satisfied with his heir and his name. Under the disheveled sheets of the bed, Arthur's reminisced the time where his son was just a small infant.
He could remember touching his son's rosy pink skin for the very first time, and his touch had sent shivers that tingled down his spine. Arthur held the heir in his strong arms, gently rowing him and gradually his newborn child fell into slumbers. Guinevere looked at Arthur and her eyes glistened with tears at how she was glad she chose the right person to father her child.
Arthur's weariness began to fall in and he tucked himself inside the warmth of the bedcovers. The King motioned his face to look at his son to bid goodnight. Calmly, he whispered his son's name.
"Goodnight, Merlin."