Don't worry I'm currently working on the next chapter of 'The Champion's Favour', I'm just not happy with some of the wording.
However, in response to the lovely news that the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge have had a little Prince and that I am indeed a Royalist. (My whole town has been celebrating.) I have decided to a special chapter.
Now this is set many, many years after the current storyline and may or may not in fact be included within it, I thought it would be nice to write this.
(P.S. Just as I was writing this it was revealed the baby's name is HRH His Royal Highness Prince George Alexander Louis)
Disclaimer: I don't own BBC's Merlin.
The Royal Prince
Camelot had not seen a celebration this large in many, many years.
The citizens of the Kingdom had all dressed up in colourful clothing; women tied ribbons in their hair. This was matched with the colourful flags and bunting hanging between buildings and flowing through the streets.
Music and laughter echoed where ever you turned, the whole Citadel was dancing with happiness, the atmosphere electric with excitement. Even the famous Knights of Camelot had joined in.
But away from all the noise and the chaotic amount of people in the streets, tucked away in the Royal Quarters of the castle, there was no noise, except from the peaceful breathing of the two occupants.
Emma never knew she could feel like this, she had heard about it and dreamt of it but it was not anything like experiencing it. Her hair
hair was hanging loose, she didn't care it was superficial but her eyes were filled with excitement.
It had been twenty-four hours since Emma had done the hardest thing in her life, harder than accepting she would never see her friends and family again. Harder than accepting she would never return home. But what she received afterwards, Emma would suffer it a thousand times, just for this moment.
She was exhausted, her muscles hurt but she was happy.
After all that worrying, after all that stress finally, finally there was peace.
In Emma's arms was a little bundle of white blankets, snuggled inside with eyes fluttering in dream was a small baby boy.
Her Son.
Although his eyes were still a bit swollen, to her, he was the most beautiful, perfect baby. Emma was biased but she didn't care, she was a mother.
She wondered what he was dreaming about, maybe about the sound of her heartbeat, being safe and warm within her womb.
Emma was afraid when giving birth; the stories of women dying whilst giving birth in the Medieval era was scarily common. The women of the court were offended when Emma changed the rules.
She only had a select few people in the room with her, however, due to the period pain relief was rather primitive.
The young Prince sighed in his sleep causing Emma to smile.
Arthur had been a nervous wreck throughout the whole of her pregnancy, every kick or movement sent Arthur running towards Gaius in fear something was wrong. Emma had never seen Arthur so white when she had said she wanted Arthur with her when she was giving birth, much to everyone's horror. Although the way Arthur had reacted when she had gone into labour would have been hilarious if she hadn't been frightened to death.
Hearing the door open Emma's head snapped up.
Ah Speak of the devil.
Walking in, trying to be as quiet as he could, Arthur walked towards his wife and placed a kiss upon her forehead and looked into the sleeping bundle.
"You should be resting."
Emma sighed.
"I'm too happy to sleep. And…"
She didn't need to finish the sentence; she just smiled at her little boy.
Just for a few peaceful moments they were just like every new family without titles just happy, peaceful and loved.
I hope you've enjoyed it!
Many Thanks for reading!
