Uther had heard enough, he stared in disbelief at Leon and Eliza. Gwen's babbling maidservant's words sickened his stomach. Leogrance believed Guinevere to be his long dead lover. His grandchild was an heir to Camelian. He was in love with his daughter. Leogrance the brave. Leogrance the righteous. Leogrance is insane.

Pendragons lived in Camelot. Guinevere was a Pendragon, she belonged in Camelot. Her child, his grandchild; his son's heir belonged in Camelot. He would be damned, if Leogrance harmed Guinevere or the baby. He thought his marriage to a troll was the worst thing that ever happened to him after he lost Igraine. Nothing could compare to her lost. He was wrong. Arthur was off dealing with the Morgana problem. Should have let her starve as a child. She's more trouble than she's worth.

"I have heard enough," Uther cautioned Eliza. "Gaius, Guinevere, and the baby will return to Camelot." Uther leaned back in throne. "Leon, fetch Geoffrey, immediately, and prepare the horses. We ride for Camelian in the morning.

Leo gave Uther a perplexing look. " Who will watch Camelot, Sire?"

"Geoffrey and you will watch Camelot. I'll take Marcus and Louis with me"

"Sire, we don't have enough knights."

"Leon, Guinevere and the baby are in danger. Camelot will be here until Arthur returns. You will tell him everything. I will not allow another Pendragon wife to die or a Pendragon child to be without their parent," Uther screamed. "Arthur will never know my pain and agony."

Eliza's eyes widen at Uther's passionate words. Leon knelt and rushed to complete Uther's bidding. "Dear child, rest your weary soul, but send Arthur to Camelian, when he returns to Camelot."

"Sire, protect Gwen and the baby."

Uther nodded slightly at Eliza, his son would never know the pain of losing his wife too early. If he had to destroy Camelian with his bare hands, Guinevere and her baby would return to Camelot. Her place was in Camelot with her family. I have the scariest kingdom in the lands. Have they met this idiot? He's married to his daughter. Is he mad? Or is he in his right mind and just evil? The thought is disgusting.

Merlin pasted a fake smile on his face as Morgana ran her hands along his wide shoulders. Her lips nibbled at his ear. Merlin flinched as she began to unbutton his tunic. "I love you," Morgana whispered as her tender fingers caressed his chest. Merlin gasped in discomfort, Morgana smiled at his response. "I feel the same, Morgana," Merlin whimpered as he gave into her advances.

Lancelot gave Morgana and Merlin's tent a blank stare, "Should we stop that?" Arthur shrugged uncomfortably. "We don't want to alert her. He shouldn't have to do that with the witch."

Arthur smiled mischievously. He released a primal scream and yelled, "Merlin, come quickly, I need you." Merlin removed himself from Morgana's soft arms. He scampered from the tent. He spotted Arthur clutching his stomach in pain.

"Merlin, I need your help."

"What's wrong, Arthur," Merlin muttered as he stood over him.

"Stomach cramps, go with Lancelot into the forest. Please search for licorice root."

Merlin smiled in understanding. "I'll be right back." He patted Arthur's back in thanks.

Uther listened to Leogrance's rambling. Do I sound like a madman? Did I lose myself over Igraine's death? Did I create Morgana? I always thought Richard was weak, does he act uninterested over Leogrance's indifference? How could one forget their children, if they weren't under a spell, but this monster is sane. No magic involved.

"Yes, we plan to start for a second child as soon as possible," Leogrance beamed." Catherine covered her mouth in horror. Gaius paled, "Sire, Anna is such a tiny woman, and it will take several months for her to recover."

Leogrance smiled brightly, "I wait my whole life for Anna. What's few months?"

"Yes, Leogrance, Anna is young and beautiful. She's a wonderful wife. She will provide you with numerous heirs." Gaius gave Uther a supportive look. "However, I will speak with you and your bride at dinner. I will take my leave."

Leogrance waved Uther away. "Of course, rest. I have a council meeting."

"I'm going to chat with Uther," Gaius said cautiously. "I need to learn of the changes in Camelot.

Gaius and Uther walked along Camelian's castle decorated corridor. Leogrance 's ancestor decorated the walls proudly. Uther gave Gaius a dry look, "I'm a tyrant?" Gaius looked sheepishly at Uther, "I will refrain from reprimanding you for a few months."

"Where's Guinevere?"

"She should be in the gardens, taking an afternoon walk"

"She should be resting, not walking."

"Walking is good for her , Uther."

"It's just…"

"She's strong."

"So, was Igraine."

"This is different."

Gwen never imagined that she would be happy to see Uther Pendragon. Slowly, she walked towards her father-in-law. "Uther," she cried in relief. "Where's Arthur?"

"He was away hunting Morgause. He will come shortly."

Gwen winced in pain; she clutched Uther's hand tightly. A sweat formed on her brow. "Guinevere," Gaius whimpered gently. "How long has the pain been coming?"

"A few hours."

Uther's heart begin to pound in fear. I can do this. She won't die. Igraine was stolen from me, it wasn't her time. He rubbed his large hand along Gwen's back. Gwen groaned in pain.

"Why are my legs wet?"

Gaius smiled, softly. "Your baby is coming."

"Not here with my insane father."

Uther scooped Gwen into his arms. "Where's her room, Gaius? Find a midwife. Get Richard for me. Give Leogrance a sleeping draught, let Gwen birth her child in peace."

Richard was surprised that he didn't feel any guilt over giving his father the sleeping draught. He flinched every time that he heard Gwen gasp in pain or cry for Arthur. He felt helpless as he paced outside of her room. Actually, he was surprised that Uther insisted on staying with Gwen. He thought a hard man like Uther would drink wine and wait for his heir. Maybe, Arthur and Uther weren't that bad.

Uther eyes' widen with pain as Gwen scratched his arm. My goodness, I rather face a legion of knights alone, then do this ever again. Where is Arthur? His blue eyes focus on Gwen's face. He wouldn't look any lower. Her long chocolate hair was matted against her forehead. Sweat poured from her small body.

"Now, push, Gwen," Gaius asked softly.

"I am pushing, old man."

"Now, Gwen."

"It hurts. It's hard. Where's Arthur? Off fighting Morgause. I'm here having his child alone. He had an enjoyable night. Now, I have all the pain," Gwen screamed. A midwife wiped her hot brow.

"It's almost over, my dear," Gaius encouraged.

Gwen's small body shook as another pain racked her body. She pushed with all of her might. "Can't do this any longer, Gaius"

"Yes, you can."

"I'm so tired."

"I can see your baby's head. One good push on the pain."

Gwen breathed deeply as she thought of Arthur seeing their son for the first time. She pressed her feet into her mattress as she braced another contraction. She gave Uther a small smile as she gripped his hands. Gwen gritted her teeth as the pain built in her body. She pushed with all of her might. She felt her child slip from her body. Gwen smiled as her baby shriek in displeasure.

Richard's heart flipped when the baby's wail filled the hallway. Tears of joy streamed down his face. He rested his head on Gwen's door. Now, I have to get you out of Camelian, Gwen.

The midwives quickly cleaned Gwen's small body. She gulped a goblet of wine mixed with herbs to ease her pain. A cool clean nightgown placed over her body as the servants lifted her on a clean mattress.

"Gaius, my son."

Gaius beamed at her as Uther walked towards her with a small bundle wrapped in a white blanket. Tears of relief streamed down his face. He placed her baby in Gwen's waiting arms.

"It's a girl," Uther whispered.

Gwen stared down at her daughter's tiny pinkish biegey face. Soft blonde hair covered her small head. Her eyes fluttered open to reveal Arthur's blue eyes. The baby yawned softly as she drifted back to sleep.

"You're tired, little one?"

Gwen's heart was overpowered by love for her daughter. Tenderly, she unraveled the baby's blanket. She traced her ten fingers and ten toes. Her eyes memorized her tiny facial features. "You tricked me. I thought you were a boy. You have hair. You're perfect," Gwen crooned.

"What will you call her?"

"Faith."

"Can you name a baby Faith?," Uther asked.

"This baby's name is Faith. I have faith in Arthur. She's a symbol of our love and commitment to each other"

"What about a middle name?"

"You pick it, Uther?"

"She looks like Igraine. I would say Igraine, but it doesn't sound right. Doesn't flow."

Gwen arched an eyebrow in his direction. "Flow?"

"Igraine wanted to name our daughter, Elizabeth. So, Faith Elizabeth Pendragon born on May 5th."

Gwen's eyes felt heavy as she began to drift to sleep. Uther placed Faith in a cradle next to her mother's bed. He settled himself into a chair to watch his family. Richard crept slowly in the room.

"What's his name?"

"Her name is Faith Elizabeth Pendragon."

"A girl?"

"Yes, a princess for Camelot."

"We have to get them away from my father. Yes, if it kills him."

"I might have to kill him."

"Well, I'm the crown prince, it's my job to protect the kingdom. I can do it."

"You shouldn't have to kill your father. I won't mind or feel any remorse."

"We do things to protect our loved ones."

"Yes, I almost eradicated a race of people for love. Let me do it."

"Uther."

Moonlight caressed Gwen's still body. Uther sprang from the chaise in horror.. Uther shook Gwen awake. "Uther, stop waking me up," Gwen hissed. "I'm tired."

"Just making sure that you're alive."