Uther kneels at his wife’s grave until darkness swallows it up. There’s nothing, now. Camelot and all its promises are broken, shattered into shards and thrown into the sea. His Igraine…gone. Her smile still lives in his mind, glowing with hope and exaltation as she strokes a hand over her swollen belly, pride in her eyes as she guides his hand to
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PS. You need to put tags on your post in merlinfic. The mods will be after you otherwise.
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I am off to put tags on! Thank you for the heads up! I don't have the hang of lj just yet... :)
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Thank you for your lovely compliment!
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That was beautiful. Such an amazing insight into Uther. Very, very well done.
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