Part 23: www.fanpop.com/clubs/arthur-and-gwen/articles/209729/t...-23


    The doors leading to the jetway open, and Arthur stands, waiting patiently outside gate 3B at Mitchell Field, awaiting the arrival of his father. He told Gaius he’d stop down at the airport in the morning before he went back home.
    Uther is the second person to appear, striding casually into the airport, a garment bag slung over his shoulder. Of course he was seated in first class.
    “Hey, Pop,” Arthur says, hugging his father. He grunts as Uther squeezes him surprisingly tightly.
    “Son,” Uther says, releasing him. Then he hands him his garment bag.
    “Do you have any other luggage, or is this it?”
    “That’s it. I decided to stay overnight,” he says as they start walking. “Not that I’ll probably see you tomorrow,” he chuckles.

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    A week has passed since Gwen attempted to run away from the castle. After striking her bargain with Gwen, Katrina urged her to keep their agreement from Uther, for his sake. Gwen agrees, thinking it will further ensure her freedom. Katrina assured Gwen that by helping them improve Arthur’s tarnished image with the public, she will use all her power to release Gwen from this marriage. Gwen has no idea how Katrina will achieve this, but she decided not to ask, thinking she might look ungrateful. For her, there is only one thing that matters: to get away from Arthur by any means necessary. She agrees to help Katrina and starts by visiting the council members personally, learning about them and their thoughts about Arthur eventually becoming the king.

My life was being destroyed, that I was certain. It wasn’t long ago that my life seemed almost dreamlike but it had to be shattered. My five year old daughter, Megan, collapsed at school signalling the start of my nightmare.


What happened in the next few months still terrifies me greatly. It wasn’t what was wrong with her which terrified me (as the doctor’s had no idea what was wrong with her) but it was the waiting to be told the potentially devastating news.

My husband, Lancelot, had tried to re-assure me but it was little use. He wasn’t a doctor, medic or even a nurse. Every time he tried to comfort me with soothing words I would inevitably snap at him. It definitely didn’t my daughter’s health or even my marriage. However, after a series of tests, we finally got told that Megan was anaemic. Apparently, it could be treated hence the reason for being at the hospital.

My mind suddenly shifted back to the present when a person walked into Megan’s room that I didn't know.