Unveil

                                    

                                          
[Another chapter in the same month, as a treat XOXO]
                          
Wednesday
                          
        Arthur was sleeping. Resting up after while Merlin paced around the room. He was glad he was sleeping, no questions would be asked that way. But gods Merlin had questions of his own. He needed to investigate further. Especially since Arthur started to see more visions before he had fallen into slumber.
                          
        Merlin eventually decided to call Leigh back so they could look at what new visions had come along. After all, she was the best choice. She was incredibly skilled in rendering the images of the mind. Hell, she often translated people's dreams just for fun. Everyone loved to see their dreams while they're awake and able to store a memory of them.
                          
        "What if he wakes up?" Leigh looked down at the blonde prince with worry then back at her own liege. "He won't. I'll make sure of it." Merlin walks over now to the bedside, awaiting for her to begin.
                          
        In just a few moments, those smokey whisps had started to spin around, filling with colour as he made up an image of whatever Arthur had been seeing.
                          
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        It was a sweet sight. A young Uther, about 18, rocked a one year old Morgana as he held her in his arms. He swayed back and forth whilst standing, something many parents did. Uther hummed a tune to her, this soft smile across his lips. He looked like he had just woken up, the room shown was dimly lit, indicating it was still night. He looked tired but what else can you expect when having a baby? Especially while being a first time Father.
                          
        This wasnt the man everyone knew. Sure, it may be Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot, but it was not the same man mentally. This was before all the anger. Before all the death and destruction. Before the world caved in for magic users. The man shown right now, rocking his daughter to sleep while he hummed her a lullaby, was someone few remembered. But he had been there.
                          
        "You know I'd really appreciate if you'd go to sleep easier for me. At least sometimes. Or maybe wake up when Samuel is nearby? I know you prefer him. Rather unfair if you ask me. I'm the one who feeds you all the time." His voice was a lot softer here. It had a certain warmth laced into it that could make anyone feel loved and safe.
                          
        It may come off a tad rude but he looked better too. Despite having just woken up. His blonde hair was a bit longer, sort of like Lancelot's after he had cut it. It had wave to it and looked well kept. His eyes carried brightness to them. His physique was a tad scrawny but he still had obvious muscle. His freckles stood out against his cheeks. They had faded a bit over time as age came. And one could suppose what made Uther look so well here was the fact that he was happy. Anger did not cloud him at this time as it normally did. It was oddly refreshing.
                          
        "He should be back soon. Then he can get you to sleep since you refuse it when I have you. And once you're asleep, I can go to sleep." Uther sighed and kissed her head, fixing the little cloth headband she had on her head. "You have such a head full of hair. Didnt get that from me, that's for damn sure. You didnt get a whole lot from me at all, did you?" He goes to sit down, "I dont mind. It's cute. I think even if you didnt look like one of us two, you would still be the cutest-"
                          
        Merlin couldnt quite make out what he had said at the end of that sentence, Arthur having stirred in his sleep, causing the connection to slip. He was sure it was just adding some sort of extra flare to the wording. 'Cutest little thing', 'cutest baby', things like that.