And He Shall Be Called
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, BBC does.
AN: This is becoming an AU

"Felim?"

"No"

"Baldric?"

"No."

"Camden?"

Arthur felt a sliver of hope from relief as Gwen, his dear Gwen, had a pensive look on her face, and maybe she will agree…

With a resolute tone and an admirably sincere expression she replied, "No."

Arthur groaned his frustration and slammed down the parchment, and hung his head in despair (well not despair, displeasure maybe).

"Guinevere…"

Gwen put down her sowing (after all this time she still darn socks and mended shirts), "You said to be completely honest in my liking the choices or not."

Arthur looked up to catch her gaze, "You have rejected every name on this list."

"Do not be so dramatic. I liked Alfred."

"I hate Alfred. Sounds like some stuffy old man who keep making up ridiculous tales."

"Then why do you have it on your list?"

"I needed more names starting with A." Arthur muttered as he crumpled the useless parchment and threw it a distance away from him.

Gwen sympathetically said, "Arthur if this is taxing on you, why not let me…"

"No. You got to choose last time-"

"Because you could not," Gwen finished.

"Well, I am determine to name our second child."

Gwen smiled and went back to her sowing (she was making an infant gown, which would fit their coming child perfectly since it covered her bulging torso). Arthur also smiled, at first seeing his wife preparing for the future and he kept wondering what to their name their child. He wondered why he decided to do this again, when they were expecting Amhar and he went looking throughout the kingdom to find a suitable name for his firstborn. After an exasperating and fruitless search, he ended up taking Merlin's advice and just left it to Gwen; and so, this time, he will be doing the naming.

"What about Morgan?" He then suggested.

Without looking up from her sowing, Gwen questioned, "Do you want it?"

"Morgan Pendragon? God no. Just thinking maybe it's alright to give the name a fresh start to someone who didn't profane it."

"That's strong. I am sure you will choose a good name for our child."

Arthur smiled, "Thank you."

Gwen, all warmth and kindness, and sternness continued, "And you should consider girl names as well."

Arthur had learn that in naming offspring, originality does not count as much thought and heart one put in. Technically, Amhar was named after him, but Gwen thought it sounded better.

Why not a knight? There had been many good men fought for justice and kingdom. Arthur resolved to choose a name belonging not just to a good swordfighter but an honorable man.

He then came across a tome, and read about one battle where everything went wrong and amidst the chaos a name appeared, the name of which is attached "A man blameless in his actions and sought the betterment of his people and fought for all that is just."

And that is how Arthur discovered the name.

As it turned out, Arthur did not have to consider girl names. A healthy boy arrived, and he was name by his father Llacheu.

"Why Llacheu?" Merlin then asked, after meeting his latest sovereign.

"Read it in an old report, had a knight in there who took command after his king fell in battle. Managed to save his whole battalion and the rest of the kingdom. Then he found the heir to the throne and protected him until the coronation."

"Ah, knighthood, chivalry and fighting. Your favorite subjects."

Arthur was about to retaliate, and then felt a tug on his pants' leg. Amhar was curious and wanted to be noticed. Blissfully, the high king picked up his firstborn and had him look upon his new brother.

"Amhar, this is your brother, Llacheu," Arthur introduced him with a gentle voice.

The toddler saw what all the fuss was about, the mewling pink thing that was his sibling. Then his pink sibling yawned and he turned to their father.

"Mine?"

"Your brother," Arthur clarified.

"Bra-tur- brother." Amhar practiced, "JAK-KAI?"

"Llacheu.

Amhar twitched his little nose, "Jak-kai…Jak…Jack!"

Arthur shook his head, "No Amhar, Llacheu."

Amhar was having none of it. He clapped his hands in glee and giggled, proclaiming, "Jack! Jack! Brother!"

Merlin just laughed. Arthur, now a father of two and ruler of a very large kingdom for a long time, only sighed and let his older boy christened his younger.

And so was the naming of Prince Jack. But he was only called Jack by family.