Gwen

Arthur refused to heed my warning, Llacheu was much too young to greet visiting kings and queens. Goodness, he just a babe, and he won't remember Melwas' visit. I struggled to stop him from spitting peas at Gwaine. A small wooden stool is my child's best friend. He wriggled in his dark red jacket, and it reeked of oldness. Gauis claimed it was Arthur's as a babe when he presented to me proudly. It must have been Uther's jacket because I found a family of moths residing in it.

"Mama, down."

Pressing a kiss to his face," Soon little one." Patting my cheeks lightly, Llacheu was soon engrossed by King Melwas' knights arriving in our courtyard.

"Down," he ordered.

"I told you no," I reminded him firmly.

"Love."

"I'm not putting you down."

Frowning Llacheu leaned back into my chest, grumbling and mumbling under his breath. Arthur slipped an arm around my waist protectively to guide me down the steps.

I was surprised that King Melwas was Arthur's contemporary. His hair was dark with sea green eyes. He is quite handsome, and I could almost hear Mary stating he could slip his boots under her bed. Melwas and Arthur laughed and clapped each other' shoulder. It was a display on masculinity, and my little cherub needed his nap as he wriggled relentlessly.

"Melwas, you must meet my wife, Queen Guinevere and my son, Prince Llacheu."

"Oh, the former handmaiden that stole the heart of the fearless Arthur Pendragon. A wide smile rested on Melwas' face; he walked slowly towards us. Llacheu still in my arms, and mumbled," No."

"Milord, welcome to Camelot," I said warmly.

Melwas took my free arm, and brushed his lips against my palm, his fingers tracing the skin of my hand.

Oh dear, he's fresh.

Arthur flushed red, wearing a tight smile, anger simmered in his eyes. I smiled sweetly as my husband to calm his nerves.

"Move… mine."

"'Excuse me," Melwas chided Llacheu.

"Only Llacheu… only Papa. Move… now."

"He's possessive."

"He's his father's son ," I warned. "He doesn't like to share like my husband, Arthur."

Melwas reached to ruffle Llacheu's curls when a tiny boot attempted to make contact with Melwas' forearm.

'"He's dangerous," Melwas taunted. "I don't fight babies. I'll leave for now."

'"Time for refreshment," Arthur suggested calmly.

Arthur gathered me close in his arms," That's my son."

"Obviously… yours.

"Papa and Llacheu only. I love him."