-Arthur's POV-

I was just returning from my daily training when Merlin ran up to me shouting his head off, like the idiot he is.

"What is it now Merlin?" I asked.

He stammered as he tried to catch up his breath. "You need to come to your chambers now, Sophia - she -…" Merlin trailed off.

My heart jumped. Sophia was in trouble.

I shouldn't care, I told myself I didn't, we hadn't even been speaking for the past 5 months, why should I? But I couldn't wish her any harm. We may not get on but that didn't mean it was alright to allow her to be hurt.

"What happened? Is she alright?" I asked trying not to sound too concerned.

"I think so, but you need to come. Gaius sent me." He said.

I rushed to my chambers with Merlin to see two guards standing outside, one holding a bloody bundle. Gaius stood opposite them.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news Sire." Gaius said.

"Is Sophia alright?"

"Physically, she will recover fully…" He said.

I frowned, "What's that supposed to mean? What happened?"

"She had a miscarriage, Sire. And I'm afraid she's stricken with grief at the loss of her daughter." Gaius said solemnly.

I froze. She lost the baby. Somehow I felt guilty, even though I didn't want the baby, it still hurt that the baby was gone. And Sophia… Poor Sophia. She must be devastated, she had been looking forward to being a mother, and I had given her so much grief. I gulped and lowered my head.

"Daughter?" I asked quietly.

"Yes." Gaius replied.

"Is that…?" I asked referred to the bundle that one of the guards was holding.

Gaius nodded, I gently lifted the material. I saw the tiny baby that was covered in blood and it broke my heart. I had been awful to Sophia all that time, perhaps this was my punishment. No, if anything it would hurt Sophia more, and she didn't do anything wrong. Despite all the months I had tried to ignore the fact I was going to be a father; I still felt a huge sensation of loss. And guilt.

"Shall I get rid of it Sire?" The guard asked me.

I glared at him. "That's my daughter you're talking about."

"I'm… I'm sorry Sire." He apologised.

I sighed, "Prepare her for a proper burial."

The Guards nodded and walked off.

I walked forward and was about to enter my chambers when Gaius stopped me.

"I must warn you Sire, Sophia is very upset by this. She may not be pleased with your company." He warned me.

"I know, but I have to see her." I said.

I had to at least apologise for how horrible I'd been to her.

I walked in the room to find Sophia in bed, crying. I walked slowly over to her. She was shaking and I could here her loud sobs, what could I possibly say to her? How could I comfort her?

-Sophia's POV-

I heard Arthur walking towards me. I did not want him hear, I did not want to see him every again.

"Leave me alone." I said bitterly.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry." He replied gently.

"Sorry barely covers anything Arthur." I said.

"I know." He whispered. He lifted his hand and began to stroke my hair.

"Get away from me." I screamed through my tears.

"I'm... I'm sorry" He muttered.

"No. No, you don't understand Arthur." I shouted.

"Of course I do, we lost our baby, it hurts, I know. I feel it too." He said softly.

"Don't you dare! Don't you even think about claiming it hurts! You didn't even want the baby! You couldn't care less. You were far too busy flirting with that servant girl. So don't you dare tell me how much it hurts! I lost mybaby." I shouted at him, tears poured down my face.

I shook with anger and grief and lay back down on my bed, crying into my pillow.

"It's all my fault. My poor baby." I cried, "I should have died. Not my baby."

"It's not your fault." Arthur whispered as he walked back over to me.

"Yes it is. I'm the worst mother in the world. My baby died because of me."

"No. You're a wonderful mother. This wasn't your fault. I promise you." Arthur said.

"You're lying." I whispered.

Arthur stayed with me whilst I cried myself to sleep.

-Arthur's POV-

How could she think it was her fault? She hadn't done anything wrong? If anything it was my fault, I had betrayed her and the baby. Gwen was just a fantasy, I couldn't ever have her, and it was wrong of me to try. I had grown to really care about Sophia and I had thrown it away because I was angry. I hadn't wanted to be a father; I was still a kid myself wasn't I? I hadn't wanted to get married either.

It was my responsibility to be faithful to Sophia and I had failed. It was my responsibility to care for my child and I had failed. And now Sophia hated me, and she was grieving for her child. I had never hated Sophia, I couldn't ever hate her, and she was always good to me.

I sighed and looked at the sleeping body of my wife; at least she was peaceful now. I gently leaned forward and wiped the tears from her cheeks, being careful not to wake her.

How could I help her and show her I cared?