Andan Wiðinnan Mín Sáwol

by RobinGoodfellow3927

Our deepest fears are the ones that pierce our very souls. The fears that invade our nightmares. The fears that invade our waking hours. (This story was called "Nightmares" before)

28. Uther Part 9

This one's a bit of a tear-jerker.

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'Ygraine?' Her red-rimmed eyes flutter open. Gaius is shouting, servants are rushing about, but Uther has eyes only for his wife.

In her arms lies a bundle. It gives a weak cry. She looks at Uther with a small smile, then at her son. 'Arthur,' she whispers, before the light fades from her eyes.

Uther remembers standing, going to the window so that no one sees his tears. Then he is lost in a sea of anguish and confusion.

'Sire?'

'Gaius.'

'You have a son.'

The widowed king turns to see him, and gasps in anguish.

Arthur has Ygraine's eyes.

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Well, for now, fare thee well.