Yay a speedy update :D * stage whispers* I have some of these pre written hehe
enjoy -Penny
Even in darkness there is hope
The birth of a prince is supposed to be a joyous occasion. However on the freezing night in early January that the young prince of Camelot was born was filed with sorrow. The Lady Ygraine was dead.
Torn between the death of his wife and the birth of his new son and heir Uther Pendragon stormed from the chambers leaving the child in the hands of the startled midwife.
In his growing hatred he banished Nimueh the court sorcerer from Camelot declaring that all magic and the practise of magic was now outlawed on penalty of death.
Ygraine's brother Tristan was furious and blamed Uther for his sister's death and challenged the king to a duel. Driven by his anger Uther overpowered Tristan and killed him.
Things in Camelot were looking grim.
In the nursery the midwife had arranged for a wet-nurse to look after the new prince. She was surprised that the king hadn't even named the boy.
Uther meanwhile was sinking into a deep pit of despair. Ygraine was gone, Tristan was gone and even Nimueh who had once been his friend was now also gone. He felt like his whole world was crumbling around him and nothing anyone could say could fix it.
He ignored various counsel from his trusted physician Gaius and wallowed in self-pity.
One morning Uther was striding through the corridors of the castle in a rage when he passed the nursery. The baby prince was awake and crying. It was a pitiful high pitched wail of one who had lost.
Uther stopped outside the door in shock. Even at such a young age the child knew what it had lost. Uther tentatively stepped into the room. He made his way slowly to the cot and peered over the side. The child flailing the the silken sheets was red faced with piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare directly into Uther's. He looked like Ygraine.
Uther gingerly lifted the squalling child from the cot and at that moment he realised that he was not alone. He had an heir, a son. Ygraine had left him one of the greatest treasures of all. As the rocked the child he wandered over to the window where the sunlight streamed in.
He shifted the baby in his arms so it could see out over the city that was Camelot. "One day all this will be yours," he told the baby, "And one day you shall be the greatest king the world has ever seen my little Arthur."
The baby in his arms wriggled and pressed a pudgy hand into Uther's cheek and giggled. Uther smiled fondly down at his son. For the first time since Ygraine's death he felt at peace. Uther turned away from the window and set the now content child back in it's cot.
He side-stepped the wet-nurse as she hurried in looking haggard and as he glanced back some how he just knew that little Arthur would be the greatest of them all.