Over the next few days, Arthur made a few kingly decisions regarding his wife. He detected a few things in his household that he didn't agree with. Gwen rushed around like a chicken with its head cut off. She spent hours nursing Elyan's injured shoulder. Then, Llacheu screamed his little blonde head off for his meals. Gwen would race into their chamber, and press a screaming Llacheu to her bosom. She would eat a few bites of food, and it was off to prepare meals for other people or nurse Elyan.

It wasn't until Arthur noticed Gwen's extreme skinny frame when her maids helped her into a nightgown. Her eyes shut the moment her head touched her pillow, and she fell into a deep sleep. Arthur deiced to pay more attention to his wife. She was a caretaker by nature. She had such a sweet soul, and wanted to help everyone. Arthur wanted a healthy wife, not an overwhelmed queen

Arthur made small changes nothing that Gwen wouldn't realize without thinking it over. Wearing a huge smile, Arthur informed her that Mary was promoted to a new position within the kingdom. She would coordinate with Cook to ensure that everyone had a full belly. Also, she would plan menus for banquets and their daily meals. Gwen would have the power to reject or accept her choices. Gwen was so very tired that she merely yawned and agreed to Arthur's words.

Arthur held her in his arms in their bed one night when he asked if he could keep the baby during the day. She merely nodded and fell asleep.

Llacheu accompanied his father to his daily Council Meetings. His cooing and laughter interrupted the majority of meetings, but none had the courage to question Arthur's decision. Llacheu did ruin a number of parchments when he knocked over bowls of ink. Arthur grinned when Llacheu didn't show any signs of fear or sadness when he grabbed what he wanted from Arthur's table.

"See, you're my boy," Arthur crooned in his ear. Llacheu started intently as Arthur's chest. Leaning forward, Llacheu rubbed his face across Arthur's tunic. Llacheu released a sharp howl when he didn't latch onto a waiting nipple.

"Princeling, I can't feed you. I don't want to feed you. I've seen you suckling at your mother's bosom. You're much too greedy. You have a tooth in there."

Gwaine smiled proudly. "Qualities that I would like in my own son. He likes breasts." Percy lowered his head to swallow a giggle. Leon shook his head in disgust.

"We all like breasts. Don't we?" Gwaine looked around the room. "Legs?"

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Arthur waited patiently to implement his other changes in his household.

Arthur noticed Llacheu woke few frequent during the night for feedings since his return. His poor boy was constantly hungry and demanding like a mule. Arthur didn't think anything of it until he saw Gwen's small body. He wanted to hire a wet nurse for Llacheu until Gwen gained a bit of weight. Her gown hung on her tiny frame. Arthur dismissed Gwen's night maids one evening.

Gwen seemed a bit surprised that Arthur began to unlace her gown. She thought he wanted to make love. She was a bit nervous when he tugged her nude body in front of a mirror. Gwen shielded her bare breasts from Arthur's gaze.

"Arthur, what are you doing," she asked softly.

"I want you to look at your body."

"Why?'"

"You're much too thin. I can see you bones."

'I've always been thin, Arthur."

"Look at your body. Guinevere."

Arthur's hand traveled across her protruding shoulder bones. His fingers touched her ribs. "I can feel your bones. I can enclose both of your wrists in one hand, Guinevere!"

He stepped away to allow Gwen to stare at her body as she pressed her lips together. Arthur saw Gwen shift her behavior to defensive when she folded her arms across her breasts.

"Darling, one question, and I'll leave this alone."

"Fine," Gwen snapped.

"Did you eat complete meals when I departed Camelot to search for Morgana?"

Gwen shifted on her feet, and lowered her eyes to stare at the floor.

"What do you mean by complete?"

'Did you eat three meals a day? Or did you eat enough to make milk for our son?'

"I was afraid and worried."

"In process of taking care of everyone else, you neglected yourself. I'm back, and I'm here to take care of you."

"Until you leave again."

Arthur nodded; he frowned when Gwen shivered slightly. He walked back to her changing cover and grabbed her nightgown and robe. Walking back, he winked at a visibly upset Gwen.

"Lift your arms."

"I'm not a Llacheu."

"No, I would make you stay at the table until you ate."

Sighing, Gwen lifted her arms. Arthur dropped her gown over her tired body. Carefully, he slipped her arms into her silk robe. Taking her by the hand, Arthur led her back to their bed. He removed her brushed from her hair, and firmly began to brush her curls.

Gwen refused to admit that she was desperately tired from her duties. She longed for nap during the day. She didn't want to fail anyone as queen. Arthur listened to Gwen's deep yawns as her shoulders began to drop.

"Guinevere, I think we should use a wet nurse. Llacheu is six months old. You can't make milk for him without depriving yourself of food. Just until you gain a bit of weight.

"What did you say," Gwen replied sleepily.

"A wet nurse for a bit."

"Yes, Arthur."

Arthur frowned when he discovered his wife drifting into a deep sleep.

"She agreed to my idea."

A/N: Did you still want their wedding night under M?