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He listened to all that she said and felt the same way. No in regards to him being the hero or that she should be thanking him, but he was in agreement that tonight, was also the best night of his life. The first time where they could comfortably leave all the stress and uncertainties behind, and just enjoy the evening as a family. This was how it was all meant to be, Arthur knew that. He only wished it hadn't taken him so long to realize it. He held her a bit tigheter when she spoke of making sure that he returned, the fear of not was foremost on his mind. To have so much to lose, terrified him beyond words. "I have never had greater incentive to return, than I do now." He would fight with every ounce of him to come back to her and the children. "If I could go back in time, I would not have married Elena that day. Knowing that I have missed so much time with you . . . " Devestated him. Had he not married Elena, she would still be alive. They would not have had to endure the loss of two children. He would have spared Guinevère all the hurt he had caused her. And, he and Guinevère could have been happy. Yet he also knew that their time apart had given her a son, and so he felt relieved that she had the comfort in that.

"We have waited this long to be together. I will not let a single war ruin all that." He knew that sometimes there was no other choice, but he would fight, and he wouldn't stop until he was in her arms once more. He slowly pulled away from her, only to reach for the stack of letters that were wrapped in cloth. There were four different bundles, one for each of the children and one for Guinevère. He raised Guinevère's hand and placed the stack of letters in them. "There is much I have left unsaid, and know it will be too much to say before tomorrow." The letters would explain it all. "In the event that fate decides tonight be our last night . . . I have written these letters for you and the children. Some of which contain stories of their childhood that I was able to be a part of. Others about the past before they were brought into this world." He softly smiled, not wanting this action to be one that brought morbid thoughts, but also wanted her to have them if they would only be reunited in the after life. He would not be returning before the war was over, so if ever there was a time to safely give her these, now was it. "Know that I will not stop fighting for us," he added. "That the thought of being with you will what keeps me going every moment of every day we are apart." He brought his hand to her cheek, gently resting it there and continuing to keep a soft smile on his lips despite the circumstances. "I love you, and I pray you never forget that." Regardless of whatever he had done or said in the past.

First Letter To Guinevère:

My Dearest Guinevère,

This letter to you is in the event that I should fall during this battle, for there is much I wish to say to you. It has never been a strong suit of mine to form words where my emotions lay, so I hope this letter will be adequate or at least reflect a semblance of how I feel. Firstly, know how much I love you and that my last thoughts would have most certainly been of you and the children. I truly wish we had more time, and in the time we did have, I wish I had spent it with you. There are many regrets I have in life, and all of them consist of the choices I made that kept you from my life. Never has anyone made me feel so loved and so alive than you have. You've given me the most precious gifts this world has to offer: your love, and two lives created from that love, as well as a son that I love as my own. I know that Lancelot was a good and honorable man, and that his son will carry on his memory, but know that no one could love you as much as I, despite my failed efforts in showing you just how much.

Things have not always been easy between us, especially this past year. There have been many things I have said and done that I am not proud of, and that I hope you can forgive me for. I want you to know that I understand why did what you chose to with Amaren. You made the difficult decision which I lacked the strength and selflessness to make and it only proves what I have always known: that your strength and wisdom far exceeds mine. You have no need to seek my forgiveness, but I pray that you one day forgive me for my actions against you and our children. I never should have doubted your love, faith or loyalty, and for that, I am truly sorry. You are able to protect our children in ways that I could not so thank you, for all that you have done and all that you have given me. Words can not express my gratitude nor just how much I love and admire you, yet right now, they are all I have.

I also wish you to know that I will understand if you can not claim Amaren as my son, especially with my downfall. Fear not the fate of the kingdom, but do what you feel is best for our son and family. I only ask that you tell him his father loved him and that he wishes he could be with him throughout the journey of his life. The same love I have for our unborn child, who I will always wonder if they are a girl, taking after your beauty, or if your fear of being fated to give only sons comes true. And Thomas. Despite anything I may have said or done against him, know that I love him as my son. That I die considering him my son, just as I draw my last breath, considering you my wife. How can I not love him when he is a part of you. He represents all that is good in you and Lancelot and I know he will grow to be a great man. Tell him that I am proud of him, because I have no doubts that I would be. I know that he will achieve his dream in being the greatest knight this realm has ever seen.

With this letter, comes several others to our children. I ask that you give it to them when they are of an age to read and understand it. Some entail stories of our past, or of the kingdom. Stories that, if having been given the chance, I would tell our children at night. If you choose not to name Amaren heir, then do not give him the letters, and know that I hold no resentment to that. I encourage you to do what you feel is safest and best for our family, just as I know you always do even if my irrational mind can not see reason at the time. I pray you find all the happiness in the world and do not let this one loss, darken the bright future I know that you and our children will have. Though undeserved, I pray that you one day can forgive me for all the wrong doings I have committed against you, and any hurt that I caused to you and Thomas especially. Thank you for these last couple years, for it has reminded me that there is good in the world. That happiness can be found in the company of those you love, and that in all the darkness, there is light.

I love you more than words can say. Take care of yourself and I wish you all the happiness in the world.

Sincerely Yours,
Arthur Pendragon

Dear Thomas,

If you are reading this letter, then it means I have fallen in battle. There is much that I wish I could have said to you, and a great deal of time I know I wasted not saying it. The time we have spent together is most precious to me. Being able to teach you what I could, be it riding a horse or training or how to hold a lance, has brought me unimaginable joy. I forever hold those memories most dear to my heart, even as I draw my last breath. I had the honor of calling you my godson, but what I have not expressed nearly enough, is that I love you as my own son. Lancelot was a great man, the bravest and most honorable man that I knew and never would I have been able to take his place. But I do consider you my son of heart, and had I been given more time, would have done a better job of showing how much I care about you.

I have many things to ask your forgiveness for, and pray that the day comes where you can think of me with fondness, and not let my poor decisions be a reflection of how I feel about you. Those months where I did not train you, where I did not spend time with you, are part of what I regret most. You had done nothing to deserve such cruel behavior from me and no matter how much I wish I could change the past, I can not. For that, for your kidnapping, for all the times you were in danger, for all the times you were hurt, or that I hurt your mother, I am deeply sorry. If I had the chance, I would spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you and everyone else that I have wronged, but if you are reading this, then fate has not been so kind.

You say that you wish to be the best knight, and I have no doubt that you will be. You carry the best of traits from both your parents, and combined together, you are already great in your young age. You will surpass all those before you, even myself for you have the dedication, commitment, heart, compassion and every other quality that will making you nothing less than great. Though I am certain that your mother will ensure this, I ask that you remain humble and modest. It was your mother that taught me humility, among many other things, and it is an extremely important trait to possess. I know you will train hard, but do not forgo the opportunities you have to spend time with your mother, siblings, and uncles. Family is more important than anything else, including skill as a knight and combat. The strength you receive from your family, is the foundation of which all your greatness will be built upon. That is the key to being a great knight. Not only skill in combat, or how well you can maneuver a sword.

I had asked you some time ago to protect your mother, and I know that you will always do so. Protect her, your siblings, your family. Your brother may be king but do not believe for a moment that it makes him a better or greater man than you. It only means that he will need you more than ever. You are already great Thomas, and I can see so much potential and strength in you at your young age. I would have been proud to properly call you my son, and know that I love you as my own. So achieve your dream in being the greatest knight this world has ever known, and know that I am extremely proud of you. That there is nothing you can do that will disappoint me and that I hold the pride and joy that a father holds for their child. Take care my son, and never forget that I love you.

With Immense Love
Your Father
Arthur Pendragon

My Dear Amaren,

If you are reading this letter, then it means that I have perished in battle. Know that my last thoughts were of you, your mother and your siblings. I love you, and I wish I could be there to see the fine young man I know you have grown into and will continue to be. I am proud of you, and never once think otherwise. I am sorry for many things. For the abrupt way I left and for the burdens and pressures I left you with. Being a future king and heir of Camelot is no easy task. And I wish with every part of me that you did not have to be faced with such stresses. But despite my lacking presence, you are not alone. Never alone. Unburden your troubles to your mother. All the wisdom, kindness, and strength of heart you have are traits you gained from your mother, and were taught by her. Seek her guidance for I did so and never once has she given me anything but wisdom and justice in her words. There is no greater or stronger person I know than her.

You also have a brother and younger sibling that love you and will be there for you. Knowing Thomas even at a young age, I know he is fiercely protective of his family and the values instilled in him are that of a man of great honor and strength. Seek guidance and aid from your brother, as you will be stronger by gaining the council of those you trust rather than those you feel obligated to trust. Apart from your family of blood, you have a family of heart. I know that Sir Percival, Sir Leon, Sir Gwaine and of course your uncle, Sir Elyan, will be there for you. Not only to protect you, but as family who love you and will aid you in whatever you need. And Merlin. He may act the fool at times, but never have I known a truer friend. Embrace him as an uncle, for he is wise beyond what one may assume and strong beyond appearance.

You are not alone in what you are faced with my son. I beg you to remember that. For had I sought out the aid and council of these such people, I would have been a better and stronger king, as well as father. Remember, before you are a king, you are a son. You are a brother. You are a friend. You are a man. Rule not with solely your mind, but with your heart for that will be your greatest strength. And once again, I wish I had ruled more with my heart than with my mind. Do not make the same mistakes I did. You have a wonderful family. Trust in them. Do not feel afraid to express fears and uncertainties. Do not be hesitant to make known how you feel and what is in your heart. There is no weakness in this, but only strength. What I tell you in this letter and consequent ones are from a father to a son, not a king to his heir.

I wish more than anything that I could be there with you. Know that I am there in spirit, and that I am proud of you. Continue to be the strong man that I know you are. Take care of your mother and your family. I love you and pray that you never forget that.

With Immense Love,
Your Father
Arthur Pendragon

My Dearest Child,

How I wish I could be there to see whether you have inherited your mother's beauty as a daughter, or whether you are as Amaren was when he was brought into this world as a son. Whether you are Anna or Ayden. I wanted nothing more than to be there when you were brought into this world, so that I could share those first moments of your life. Share them with your mother, and your brothers. I feel I need that more than my next breath. If you are reading this, it means that I have fallen in battle, but my thoughts and heart are with you. I may have never had the honor and privilege to meet you, but I love you beyond words are capable of expressing. From the moment your mother told me she was carrying you in her womb, I loved you.

And that love has only grown past the capability of measure. Feeling you move inside of her the first time made me experience an indescribable joy. I beg you not to let my absence be a poor reflection of how much I love you, or how much I wished I could be in your life. You have a family that loves you dearly, and I know that they will more than make up for my inability to be there. Take care of your mother, and your brothers. Whether you are my daughter, or son, I love you more than I had the chance to express. You are your mother's child and for that reason alone, I know you will be strong and kind. Compassionate and true to your heart. Know that I am proud of you, and that I know you will do great things in your life.

In the other letters I have attached to this one, are stories of my past, of Guinevère's, of Camelot's history,k and some moments of Amaren's childhood that I am sure you can tease him with should he ever give you a hard time. Each letter are words that I wish I could be there to say to you, whether it is a story, or just ones expressing how much I love you. Take care of your mother, your brothers and your uncles. Never forget that I love you and that I would be proud to call you my son or daughter, whichever fate has chosen for your mother's and my child.

With Immense Love,
Your Father
Arthur Pendragon

Arthur listened intently as she explained how it was different because she always wanted to be a mother. Granted, surely she envisioned it differently. Had she wanted to be one with her former boyfriend? Had she wanted to be married first? While this had been unplanned -- so very unplanned -- she was making the best of it. And it was why Arthur could remain so calm in a situation that he knew could otherwise cause massive panic and stress. She complimented him in ways that no other had. For it was spoken with a sincerity he'd never heard before. He had surpassed her expectations . . . he had been kind . . . he was a good man. All these words were so, unexpected and so unfamiliar that he found himself speechless. Usually he could make a joke and laugh it off or divert the conversation, but this time, his mind was drawing a complete blank.

Not only because of the unfamiliarity but also because he knew he was undeserving of her praise. If he was truly a good man, the he would offer her a better committment. He wouldn't throw the idea of servants at her, but rather offer to do everything himself. He wouldn't argue about living in his home, but rather find a place that was suitable to her needs. He wouldn't curse her pet when it was himself who was the stranger in her home and life. His father had taught him that whatever good was done wasn't enough, because he could always do better. A motto that seemed strong in the Pendragon family. Yet here, being with her for a matter of days . . . she seemed to see a side of him that no one else did or ever had. She deserved better, he knew that.

But he also made a silent vow that he would do everything within his power, to make sure she was happy. To make sure she never regretted her words, and that he provided for her and their baby . . . not only through monetary means, but also emotionally. "Thank you," he said in a soft voice, kicking himself for coming up with two such stupid words when hers had been so impactful. "You and the baby deserve the best. And if ever you feel unhappy . . . please tell me." Because the thought of doing something to hurt either her or their baby, was unbearable. He would hate himself more than he already did for the times he'd upset her thus far.

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Arthur couldn't help but lightly chuckle when Guinevère told him that he had gotten Amaren too excited to sleep. "He is rather hyper, isn't he," Arthur agreed. He may not spend as much time with him as he would have liked, but he knew his son well enough to know that he was rather energetic for this hour of night. "I'll get him to sleep," Arthur told her, not wanting her to worry, for she too needed as much rest as she could get. Carrying another child, and taking care of two more . . . well, it made him all the more desperate to be here with her. He knew she wasn't alone. He had made sure of it by asking a few of the knights she was close with to stay behind. But still. There was not greater comfort, than being able to be with her himself.

"Best get Thomas into bed first," he said in a quiet voice. He carefully lifted the boy into his arms, not wanting to wake him from his sleep.Freeing one hand for a moment, he pulled back the covers and lay Thomas on the bed, then pulling the covers over him. Amaren squeeled as he normally did, but didn't want him to wake his brother. Arthur raised his index finger to his lips, quietly speaking. "Shh. We can't wake your brother," he told him in a soft whisper. Making sure Thomas was covered with the blanket and comfortable, Arthur watched him for a moment, leaning down and gently kissing his forehead. "Good night my son," he whispered. He then turned to Amaren, scooping him up in his arms and carrying him to his own bed. He tucked him in, knowing this would not be the last time he saw him tonight, but he also needed a moment to speak with Guinevère and did not wish to wake Amaren while doing so, nor did Arthur want to disturb her should he lack sleep tonight.

Amaren was grinning up at him, clearly not ready for bed. Arthur pulled a chair next to his bed and sat down, beginning to slowly stroke his forehead. "I suppose you need a bedtime story?" he said teasingly toward his son. Amaren replied in the way he often did. Arthur smiled as his mind began to think of one. Not one that would excite Amaren, but one that would help him sleep. "There is much that exists in this world Amaren," he began to say. If fate cruelly decided that tonight was the last night Arthur would have with his son, then he could only pray that somehow, Amaren remembered his father's voice when he was older. "Trolls, goblins, cockatrices," he paused, thinking of how each creature had its own story. "But among the dark, there is also the beautiful. Love, Guardian angels, and even unicorns." Amaren made another sound of delight, and Arthur transformed his expression to one of surprise -- as if that was why Amaren had made such a sound. Of course Arthur's expression was exaggerated and overly emotive.

"I know, it is difficult to believe. They say that when a unicorn is killed, a horrible curse befalls the kingdom. And that the only way to break it, is for the man who killed the creature, proves himself to be pure of heart." Arthur gave Amaren a playfully suspicious look. "You don't believe me do you?" Amaren laughed. "Well then, let me convince you otherwise." Arthur the told the tale of a hunter who had slain a unicorn. Of course he was speaking from personal experience, but there was no need to be specific as to who it was. A third person narrative worked just fine for the sake of a bedtime story. As Arthur went on, Amaren's hyperness was slowly leaving his body, and relaxing. Soon, his eyes did the same as they fought to stay open, but kept closing. His blinks became longer and drawn out, until they closed for a long period of time and his breathing steadied. He was asleep.

Arthur spoke a little long to make sure Amaren stayed resting, not wanting to abruptly stop in case the boy wasn't fully in a deep slumber. Plus, it gave him that extra time to just watch him. For nothing granted greater solace than watching a child sleeping so peacefully. Arthur leaned forward and kissed Amaren in the cheek, before taking the small dragon toy and placing it beside the sleeping child. "Sleep well, my son." After finally, he forced himself to step away from Amaren, though kept his gaze toward him until he reached the door. With the children asleep, now it was just Guinevère and himself.

Arthur smiled, enjoying being able to tease her, without her taking offense to it. Even with whatever hormonal changes she was going through, she was far more easy going than most other -- perhaps all other -- women he had ever been with. "I know," he admitted, slightly winking at her as he took another bite of his food. He continued to smile when spoke of her current eating habits, eating in school and picnicing with the students. The mental image of her being so in tune with her students, and doing things that he couldn't imagine any other teacher doing . . . well, it was clear how much she cared for her students. And how she made sure to keep things fun and fair for them.

"Those students are lucky to have you as a teacher," he said, nothing but sincerity and honesty in his voice. He didn't even realize that he was just staring at her for the next several moments, just thinking. Thinking about how different she was . . . how she made him feel when they were together -- intimately and just casually like this. Finally snapping out of it, he slightly cleared his throat, moving the food around on his plate a little as he spoke. "Besides, you're eating for two right now. You are entitled to eat as much as you want," he added, before taking the last bite of his food.

Arthur did not fail to see how her eyes slightly moistened. Had he not been standing this close to her, perhaps he may not have seen it. But he did. The sight of any woman crying was unbearable. Especially now, knowing that his actions -- inadvertently or not -- had caused her to feel this way. Her words just made him feel worse. Hearing her claim the guilt . . . no. He could not accept that. He could not allow her to feel that way. That she was responsible for this. When he had fallen into the trap, he'd demanded how he had wronged her. Yet it had all made sense the moment Morgana revealed herself as part of the entire ploy. She and Odin were the ones to blame. They had just used Mithian and Rodor in the cruelest most vicious way possible. They had preyed on the love between a father and daughter, for it was something that neither of them understood. Morgana, because of what she had done to Uther. And Odin, because he was far too consumed with grief and vengenace to see the consequences of his malicious actions. "When you love someone, there is no limit to what you will do to protect them." Arthur knew that. Of course he did. He knew first hand just far he would go to protect those that he cared for.

"Such a trait is not one to be regretted, but admired." For it showed the genuine loving bond that two people shared. Whether it was husband and wife, father and daughter, sister and brother, friend and friend . . . whatever the relationship. "You did what you had to do to save your father. I meant what I said Mithian, I would have done the same." Had he been able to properly protect his own father. Just another death that Arthur was responsible for. "Morgana and Odin are my enemies. They used you to get to me." It was personal. Odin wanted him dead for revenge, as did Morgana. While they would get the kingdom, he knew that it was far too personal for their hatred of him to be based solely on political gain. "Whatever happened to you and Rodor, is because of their anger toward me. You are exempt from any blame in this, princess. You did what anyone would have done; you protected your father." He wanted her to know that, to understand that. She was blackmailed and he could not . . . would not let her take the blame for any of this.

Arthur may not know Mithian incredibly well, but he knew her well enough to know that something was troubling her. Well, obviously something was troubling her -- Arthur wasn't that daft. But it was the tone in her voice, the way she averted his gaze and turned away. He did not want her to leave with any tension between them, and while talking about emotions and feelings was not something he felt frequently able to do, he wanted to ensure that their parting was one of good spirits. Well, as good as could be considering the circumstances. Considering what another Pendragon -- if Morgana could even call herself one -- had done to the princess of Nemeth. Deciding to take the risk, Arthur walked toward her, purposely standing in front of her. Close enough, but not imposingly so. He leaned down a little so that they were somewhat on the same eye level despite their height differences.

His actions were that of a friend wanting to console a friend, for he knew that he owed her that at the very least. Though what he did not know yet was if he was even remotely successful, or would be by the time he left her chambers. "Mithian," he began to say in a soft voice. "You have been through a great deal. I can not even begin to imagine just how much you have endured." As he spoke, he silently hoped that she would not turn from him again so that she would know his words were of the utmost sincerity. "I can not express how much I regret what happened to you and your father. And humbly ask for your forgiveness. I know it is to be earned, but I ask for a chance to earn it." He knew that their truce was in tact, he it was not just about a truce. He did not want it to be like the one with Odin's kingdom, or Alined . . . where it was there just to avoid war. He wanted to be sure that the royal family of Nemeth was at full ease with him. And he would do whatever it took to regain that standing with them.

He continued to softly smile as she seemed to welcome his company, stating that she wished to speak to him herself. He entered her chambers, the door closed behind them so that they could have some privacy. "I firstly wanted to inquire as to how you are recovering after your ordeal," he said, or well, asked. While physically she seemed fine upon first glance, he just wanted to make sure that she truly was unharmed. He knew he couldn't heal her emotional trauma, but he just wanted to ensure that Morgana had not done too much physical harm. Her methods were twisted and cruel . . . she was capable of inflicting harm onto anyone. He knew that she used Mithian's father against her, and hoped that no physical abuse on the woma had been done.

"I just paid a visit to your father, who is resting soundly. I wanted to ensure that you were well too." He hoped she would be honest with him, and not feel the need to mask it. He wanted to offer whatever help he could. They were most honored guests in Camelot, friends -- as he considered her to be, hoping the feeling was mutual but understanding if she lay blame at his feet. He knew he deserved it. He knew he was let off too easy sometimes too. Either way, he was just grateful that Rodor and Mithian agreed to stay here until they were well enough to travel back to Nemeth.

After intense recent events, things seemed to finally be calming down. The outcome had been the most ideal, in that no one was killed or severely wounded. Rodor was still healing from his wounds, but he would live and there would be no permanent damage. Relief could not even begin to describe how Arthur felt. He knew that if anything more were to have happened to Rodor or Mithian -- more than what they had already endured -- then Arthur would never have forgiven himself. Odin was his enemy. Morgana was his enemy. And yet again, they used those that Arthur was close to -- or at least allied with -- to target him. His father's life hadn't been enough for Odin, and nothing would be enough for Morgana. At least one enemy was eliminated from the list, so long as Odin stayed true to the truce.

But he could not take back what Mithian and her father had suffered. No apology was needed from her. In fact, quite the opposite, Arthur felt he owed one to them. After having quickly checked on Rodor -- who was resting at the moment -- Arthur made his way to Mithian's chambers. The first time she was here, Arthur knew he had wronged her, having invited her under the promise of marriage and then sending her when she had done nothing wrong. Still, he felt it had been a somewhat peaceful departure between them. He wanted to make sure that this was the same. Truly the same. He would rather brutal honesty then being exempt of the guilt and blame he knew he deserved. Arriving at her door, he paused for a moment outside of it, before raising his hand to lightly knock, hoping that he wasn't disturbing her.

_{Setting: Castle of Camelot
Time of Day: Afternoon
Timeline: After Another's Sorrow
Tag: Princess Mithian}