"I'm just ever sooo HAPPY!"

Igraine graced a cheerful smile, belly bigger than anyone has ever seen her.

"I am too...in a matter of days you should be giving birth." Uther said carefully, mind pondering intensively while sitting at his table.

Igraine walking around their room setting a small frilly white coat with a golden buttons on the bed. "Isn't it so precious! The Seeker made it for the baby!"

Uther kept quiet eyes flickering over the floor "I just hope it truly is a boy."

"Would you please stop panicking..? Any child we bring to this world should be accepted with open arms."

Uther looked and smiled. "I-I -am sorry..." he said shaking his head. "Please ignore me... "

Igraine stopped stroking the soft fabric used to make the coat.

"I know... "She said empathetically, walking up to Uther. "I know you are hoping for a son- and I hope to give you a son." She sat next to him on the table and stared at his solemn eyes. "I feel different this time- when I had Morgause and Morgana, the pregnancy was a little easier. This one is harder- and everyone says it's because I must be having a boy!"

Uther looked up. "I am lucky to have a strong woman like you-"

Igrained smiled. "OH! It's kicking!" She sad touching her belly. "Uther- feel it kick! hahaha"

Uther smiled modestly and put his hand on Igraines belly.

Enygues watched when Arthur turned to her. "So… I was born… out of magic?"

"Yes.. though Uther and Igraine are still your parents... that has not changed."

"I don't understand.." Arthur said a little disgruntled. "How did my mother die? Nimueh promised my father and mother wouldn't be sacrificed for me..."

"And she kept her word with Uther..."

"THEN WHY DID MY MOTHER DIE?" snapped Arthur, breathing profusely.

"You will find out."

Arthur shook his head and looked down. "Why is father upset?" he snapped, casting a look over his shoulder. Arthur was irritated with his father. "He's going to get a son!"

"He is worried- worried about whether or not Nimueh will keep her promise...If you remember, someone has to die. He is worried if it may backfire..."

Arthur continued to shake his head and watched on.

*tap tap tap*

A quiet rapping of knuckles sounded from the bedroom door.

"Who is it?" Igraine called walking to the door.

"Momma- it's me..." said a weak voice.

Igraine opened the door and looked down at Morgause with a worried look on her face.

Little Morgause was pale and clammy, sweat dampening her hair as she walked in weakly. Uther got up and widened his eyes.

"Morgause, what's the matter!" Igraine asked kneeling down. She turned to a servant who followed closely behind Morgause. "Please, get Gaius!"

"I don't feel well..." Morgause said closing her eyes slowly and opening it back up.

"Don't worry Morgause... " Igraine said sweetly. She turned to Uther. "Maybe something is spreading." she turned back to Morgause and led her to bed. Uthers eyes widened as if almost realizing something. Was Morgause the one to die? How could he have forgotten to ask his step daughters to be protected?