The knights and Merlin had just gotten to Caerleon, having run out of supplies from their hunt, to seek audience with the king and get supplies for the remainder of their quest.

The knights kept shooting Gwaine glances, knowing he must not have been happy returning to his 'home', and granted, the dark haired knight's face was sour and the grimace on his features did not suit the man they all knew so well.

When they stepped inside the throne room the king turned to them with a smile on his elderly face, only for it to turn to rage the moment his eyes landed on Gwaine.

"You!" He declared, marching towards the knight, his pace impressive, the other knights startled, and looked at Gwaine with confusion written on their faces, wandering what the man might have done to anger the king even before saying anything.

Gwaine himself was startled, not knowing why the man who he knew as a child was marching in his direction with murder on his eyes.

He lifted his hands, as if in a surrender, "King Accalon," he said in greeting, apprehension in his voice.

"You dare come here?" The king snarled, his nose flared and hands ready to strike.

"I'm afr-" But the king didn't let him say anything, as he continued with his wrathful words.

"You left her, you have betrayed us all! After everything! And you have the foolish courage to return?" He snarled.

Gwaine was truly confused, honestly, him having left the kingdom after a fight with the king's daughter wasn't really that worthy of the rage of a king?

Granted, it had been almost nineteen years since, but the man couldn't possibly harbor that much anger for only leaving his kingdom?

"I'm sorry?" Gwaine said, not sure of the proper reaction for the situation.

"You're sorry?!" Raged the king, his knights ready to reach for their swords should the men from Camelot make a move towards their ruler.

"You left her!" He said, "Alone and with child, and you dare come back after all this time?" His voice was weak, but no less angry.

Gwaine's head became fuzzy, and he felt his heart heart fall to his feet, his hands shook, never even catching the shocked eyes of his friends.

Surely the king did not mean-?

The king upon noticing the man's state and asked, "You did not know?" His voice deflated.

The frozen knight could do nothing but shake his hand.

Slowly the king sat on his throne, his face in his hands, and said, "I think we ought to have a word."

The group of Camelot, now alone with the king sat around a table, waiting for either Gwaine or the king to say something.

"She told me you knew." The king said.

Gwaine could do nothing but shake his head.

This was not the situation he'd thought he'd find himself when he woke up that morning.

"Where is she?" He asked, referring to the king's daughter, hoping that she might be able to explain the turn of events to him.

"She died," said the king, "in childbirth."

The knight let his head fall.

Arthur decided to speak, "May we know what is going on?", he asked on his and the rest of the group's behalf.

"Nineteen years ago Gwaine has left the kingdom after a disagreement with my daughter, Lillian, apparently unaware that he left her with a child." He answered. "And my daughter had told me that you knew," He said, turning back to the dark haired knight, "why would she lie?" He asked, but Gwaine could see that the question was not directed to anyone.

"Are you saying that Gwaine has fathered a child?" Asked Leon, "A royal child?"

"Yes." Simply answered the king.

After a moment of silence the king continued.

"A daughter."

Gwaine looked up, his eyes filled with unshed tears, for a life that he could have had, a child, now a woman- for how else would one refer to an eighteen year old girl?

He desperately looked for something to say, opening and closing his mouth, for once truly at a loss for words.

So the king took pity on the knight, and on the rest of the group, and continued speaking, not even admitting to himself that he was doing so simply to calm his nerves.

"Her name is Vivien."

With reality finally hitting Gwaine in his perfect teeth, he said the first thing that came to his mind.

"I want to meet her."