It has been over five hundred years since the events of Camelot. Five hundred years since he watched the love of his life take her final breath. He blamed himself for what she became. If he had just helped her. Had told her what he was instead of making her go through it alone things would be different. There wouldn't have been someone trying to kill them all and rule Camlelot herself. She would have been able to watch her brother become king. Would have seen magic restored to the kingdom. Maybe even gotten married and had kids. If he had been lucky it could have been him she got married to. It could have been his children running around calling her mom. Instead he stayed silent and it is this fact that haunts him everyday of his life.
Of course that had been long ago and things had changed since then. Camelot was no more. There was a new king on the throne. The people from his time have moved on. He has not seen any of them since that day and he doesn't think he ever will again. He is the only one left and he accepts that fact. It is easier to live knowing that he won't have to see them again. Knowing that they are in a better place.
As he walks through a village on the outskirts of London, he doesn't expect to see anything unusual but that is exactly what he sees. He sees the familiar long, black hair. The hair that he always wanted to run his fingers through. It can't be her though. She is dead. He killed her. He follows behind the woman though. He has to check to see. He has to know for sure. The woman leads him to the local bakery and he follows her in. When she turns around, his heart stops a little. It is her, the girl that haunts his dreams. The girl that he thought he'd never see again. She holds out her hand, introduces herself. Millicent. Her name is different but he knows who she really is.
He buys the bread for her, leads her out of the shop. She lives just outside the village on a farm. He walks her home. This is how the courtship begins. She comes to the village on an errand. He buys her a drink at the pub, some bread, anything she wants. He has saved up money over all these years. He can afford it. A few weeks later and she is his wife. He knows that it can not be forever but he is unwilling to let her go. Not after all this time of longing for her.
He builds her a house not too far outside the village and becomes a farmer. The crops grow with a little bit of magic. They never go hungry. Life is good. It is a year after the marriage that she tells him she is with child. He couldn't be happier. She will be a good mom, he knows it. He watches her belly grow. Feels the child kicking. He builds a bassinet, she sews the clothes. They are prepared for this child.
The labor is difficult. She loses a lot of blood. The midwife doesn't think she will make it through the night. He holds her hand, brushes her hair out of her face. This is Camelot all over again. He has to watch her die just like he had to before. At least this time he can comfort her as she passes. Kissing her lips one last time, she takes one finally breath before moving on from this world.
The baby is a healthy little girl. The midwife finds a woman to help him care for her. At least for the first year of life. The girl grows up under the watchful eye of her father. She reminds him of her mother. The same eyes and hair, the same smile, the same attitude. Nothing will ever stand in her way. It is the winter of her 16th year that everything changes. She gets a fever, chills, a cough. He tries everything he can to help her live but she dies after a week of suffering. He buries her next to her mother. Two graves that will one day be forgotten. He lays flowers on their graves. His family has moved on and so must he.