Arthur noticed a small red mark on his shoulder as he selected a tunic from his wardrobe. Was it a spider bite or maybe, a bug stung him during the night? He noticed six little perfectly formed red marks. Whatever could this be? He needed to remind Gwen to shut the window at night. Arthur raised his arms; his lips curled in discomfort. His shoulder was a bit stiff. What happened last night?

Arthur exhaled and pulled the tunic over his shoulders. His large hands fluffed his messy damp blonde hair. Gwen and the children left moments ago to eat with Merlin and their guests. His sister and her prickly daughter. It was like having two Morgana's for the price of one. He struggled with his thoughts over his sister. He liked having her home; Uther would want her in Camelot, regardless of her sins. How could he protect Camelot with Morgana and her evil leanings floating around town?

Arthur frowned as he strode towards the door. His stomach grumbled loudly. He'll ponder Morgana after breakfast. He needed to see his wife. What happened to his shoulder? Why didn't she put a slave on it? She used to attend to his needs with a smile.

Arthur tried to smile at Rowan, but his baby, his precious baby girl yelled "No "at him several times and turned her curly head away from him. Arthur put on a brave face, but he loved when Rowan smacked wet kisses along his jaw. Gwen gave him a nervous look when he sat at the table. Gwydre and Amhar quietly ate breakfast at the end of table; giving Vivi hateful looks. What's that about? I expect my children to be hospitable to guests. Duran laid in Gwen's lap; his fingers twisted in her dark hair. He barely mumbled" Good Morning" to me? Vivi quietly sat eating hot porridge. Her parents, Merlin and Morgana, were soaking wet. How did they get wet? Why were they in the rain? What is happening in my castle?

"Mirror, Mule, Mother," Duran mumbled.

"Guinevere," Arthur injected. Gwen shot him an annoyed look. Her attention focused on Duran's attempt to talk with her.

"Wait a minute, Arthur," Gwen chided.

Duran wiggled until he faced his mother. "Mule-"

"Guinevere, I need to speak with you."

"Arthur." Arthur hated the mother tone that she used with the children.

"Mirror-"

"Gwen,"

Gwen gasped in horror as Duran climbed on the table. Plates quakes, apples rolled off the table and milk spilt. An apple slice fell from Gwyrde's mouth. Vivi smirked. Merlin wiped a hand across his face. Color drained from Amhar's face. Rowan threw porridge at her father. Morgana arched an eyebrow. Arthur's mouth dropped open.

Duran stomped his little feet; his little fists waving in the air. "I talking, Father, I talking, you wait." His green eyes brimmed with annoyance as tears dropped on the table cloth. "I talking." Arthur pushed his chair away and gathered Duran in his arms.

He whispered," I'm sorry," against his dark blonde curls. Duran small arms wrapped around Arthur's neck. His large hand massaged his back as Duran cried.

"Arthur, "Gwen began,'"something is very wrong with him. He snuck in our bed last night with Rowan. He's keeps muttering about a mule."

Arthur met Gwen's eyes. "About last night, what happened to my shoulder?"

Gwen wriggled her lips. "Rowan bit you. She didn't like your snoring."

'Why didn't you stop her?"

"Have you met your children? Listening isn't a strong suit in the Pendragon family line."

Arthur was overwhelmed. He just arrived home three months ago. He spent six months away with Merlin. He came home to walking and talking baby. His heir attempting to overthrow him. His second born was sneaking and charming. His poor Duran afraid of the world. Gwen had to bring up that he wasn't home enough. She had to do it in front of Morgana. He could tell Merlin to shut up.

"It's a good thing that we don't have five children."

Tears filled Gwen's eyes as she calmly rose from the table and reached for Rowan. He noticed that she used his napkin to wipe the baby's dirty hands and mouth. She tossed the cloth in his direction.

"Sleep elsewhere and you won't have to worry about having more children," Gwen yelled as she stomped away. Every sat in silence for a few moments.

"Father," Gwydre asked.

"Yes."

"how old are you?"

"30 years, why?"

Gwydre shook his dark head. "You're going to sit a long time. Don't make Mother mad!" Amhar nodded solemnly.

Arthur gave his sons a stern look. "I'm king. She can't punish me." Arthur noticed Amhar giggling. "GO see your tutor."

Arthur placed Duran on the floor as Amhar dashed past and grabbed his younger brother's hand. Gwydre slowly walked and stopped at Arthur, "We'll bring you cookies. It helps time go by when you eat."

Arthur stared at Gwydre as his heir shook his head in pity. "Father, you have a lot to learn about Mother."

Arthur watched his sons scurry away. What was going on? Morgana's chuckling drew his ire. This was her fault. Yesterday, they were one big happy family. The, Morgana came home. My baby won't kiss me. Gwen is mad. Duran yelled at me and waved his fist. Amhar and Gwydre gave me pity looks! What's next?