Wow, I'm so glad you all seemed to enjoy the last ficlet. For those of you that enjoyed my rendition of the Dragon's POV, I advise you to read my oneshot Never Is Too Long.

So, here's Day 4 - I'm only just getting this in with six minutes to spare! Enjoy!

Uther Pendragon was unsure of what he was meant to do.

He knew that he now had a young girl on his hands. He also know that she was the daughter of his recently-deceased close friend. But, having being raised with no siblings and with only a young boy to look after, Uther had no idea of how to go about it.

Morgana had set up permanent residence in Camelot a few weeks ago; small, pale eyes hidden by greasy raven hair. Uther was already familiar with her from when her father used to visit regulary, but seeing her now nearly broke his heart - the smug, confident girl reduced to a mere shadow. Already the poor child was having nightmares, often waking in the night screaming... as she had done tonight.

Uther curled his arm around a stone pillar, leaning closer towards the door as he attempt to listen. He could hear Morgana's loud sobs slowly subsiding, and the comforting voice of the servant ordered to look after her. He felt pained by the girl's cries in a way he had not felt since... since she had died.

Eventually, the servant exited the room. "I'll be right here if you need me," she told Morgana soothingly.

As the servant closed the door, Uther instantly let go of the pillar, taking a step towards her. "How is she?"

"Tired," the servant replied, glancing pityingly at the door. "Poor little thing."

Uther closed his eyes as he ran a hand over his face, at a loss for what to do. The King of Camelot, unable to make decisions regarding a ten-year-old child! The idea was ridiculous, and yet each time Uther heard Morgana cry it seemed that a knife entered his heart. "Is there anything I can do for her?" He asked the servant quietly, his eyes flickering open.

The servant glanced down, smiling at the floor. "Well, I believe she might benefit from company of someone her own age."

Uther nodded. "I'll try and arrange for Arthur to play with her more often -"

"I meant more a girl of her own age," the servant corrected herself.

Uther hesitated, then he sighed. "If that would help her, I would gladly organise someone." He paused, then added "Do you happen to know of any who might keep her company?"

"Well," the servant blushed faintly. "I have a daughter of my own, Guinevere." She glanced up, her eyes meeting Uther's briefly. "She's a kind, considerate girl for her age, and I'm sure she'd get along well with Morgana."

Uther nodded once more, relieved. "If you could possibly arrange for your daughter to spend time with Morgana, I am sure that would be useful."

To Uther's relief, Morgana and Guinevere got along immediately. And as they began to spend more and more time with each other, Morgana's eyes began to regain her sparkle as she slowly transformed back into the confident girl Uther had known.

But, even with Gwen to comfort her, Uther still heard Morgana cry out in the night.

And every cry still stabbed him as fiercely as it had done.