Post by Caitrin de Archer on Jan 5, 2013 20:01:09 GMT -5
Over the last twenty four hours, it felt like life had been completely overhauled. There was nothing more that Caitrin would give than to be living a week ago, in ignorant bliss of the impending battle, and of the losses that it would bring. Life was so much darker now, or at least it felt like it for the time being. First had come the news of her brother in laws death, then of Gwaine’s and a messenger had arrived an hour ago to tell them the King had died of his injuries. Her eyes were red raw from crying, each death touched her in different ways. There would be no replacing any of them in her affections; she had built a new life for herself in Camelot, against everything which had happened, and yet now it all seemed rather meaningless. They had won the battle, but what reason was there to celebrate?
The death of her brother in law had hit her, and her husband, the hardest. Lucan had always been the type to survive, he had just always got away with it. He was such a great knight, and yet, this battle had seemed too much even for him, and he had been slain on the field of battle. Even thinking about it made Caitrin sick. She retched, though nothing came of it. She was weary from her tears; the news of Lucan’s death had come in the evening last night, and she hadn’t slept a wink since then. Every time she closed her eyes she could see them all there, looking back at her. Whatever differences she and Lucan had had in the past had been well and truly put to rest. He had been one of her closest friends in recent years; he had been the one who had listened to her after Pip had attacked her, and she never forgot that kindness.
Now he was gone. She felt an irreversible feeling of loss, and she just wanted him back. Of course her mind had raced over all the ways in which this would affect their lives. Esmae and Arthur had been told this morning that their Uncle wouldn’t be coming home; Alfie was too young to understand. They had had such a wonderful family unit, and yet Morgana and her greed had snatched that away. Now, Caitrin wasn’t sure what was going to happen. She kept thinking she should go to Camila’s, to do something, but what could she say? She still had her husband. With Lucan gone, there was the issue of the Dukedom; Heidi was Lucan’s only child, and Caitrin knew the estate had to pass to a male. That too made her sick, as it meant Griff was the next in line. She didn’t want to be thinking of such things so close to hearing of Lucan’s death, but it was an inevitable conclusion; she could only wish for the news to be reversed for so long before reality had to kick in again.
Caitrin felt the baby within her stir; she was only five months pregnant, but she had swollen up to about the size she had been with Arthur and Esmae at a similar point. She wondered if she was expecting twins again, but knew the unlikelihood of that; she might just be further along in her pregnancy than she thought. Throughout all this news of course, Caitrin hadn’t allowed herself to become too distressed, because she knew she couldn’t hurt the baby. She had tried so hard to keep her head, but given the news of the kings death had been recently received, she found herself inconsolable. He had been one of her closest friends, and the one she had expected to restore magic to the kingdom. Now there was no hope, as Gwen was hardly a friend to magic. Arthur had been more than that to her though, they had grown up through their teenage years, and into adulthood together. She had seen him grow from the happy-go-lucky Prince, to the strong, and wise King of Camelot. What would happen to them all now without him?
Caitrin wept into the fabrics of her dress; the children had been sent to their Uncle Dristan’s for the morning; he had insisted given the circumstances. She was curled up on hers and Griff’s bed; one arm covering her eyes as she wept into it, and the other rounding her belly, and keeping it warm. Someone opened the door to the room, though she had her back to the door so she couldn’t see anyone, and she had no desire to look either. She was scared now that it might be more bad news, and she wasn’t sure that her heart would be able to take much more.
Tagged: Griff Aubert
Timeline: After the series 5 finale
Time of Day: Mid-Afternoon
Location: Allards Estate
Condition: Caitrin is five months pregnant with her fourth, and fifth child[/color][/size]
