Title: The Future Is Now (Chapter 10)
Pairing/s: Luther Drake/Ygraine Dubois Drake
Character/s: Arthur Drake
Summary: Luther and Arthur visit Ygraine’s grave on her birthday.
Warnings: past Character death
Word Count: 846
Prompt: 306. Saudade "the love that remains"
Author's Notes: This isn’t posted anywhere but in this community so I guess you can use my tag to find the rest of it.
Luther knocked on his son’s bedroom door. “Arthur, we need to talk. Please let me in.”
The door swung open and Arthur stood there glaring at his father.
“I can see by the look on your face that you have been talking to your mother’s brother.” Luther took a breath and waited for Arthur to release his anger on him.
“Yes. He sought me out. He wanted to make sure that I knew that I was nobility.” Arthur folded his arms across his chest. “When were you going to tell me?”
“I wasn’t.” Luther looked down at the floor. “After your mother died, I didn’t want anything to do with the life we had before you were born. I bought this place and started over. I buried my title with your mother.”
Arthur closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “This is all because we lost my mother?”
“Yes.” Luther nodded. “Arthur, today is your mother’s birthday. I was wondering if you would come with me to visit her grave.”
“You’ve never asked me before. Why now?” Arthur asked.
“I think we both need her right now.” Luther waited for Arthur to refuse but he was surprised by the Arthur’s response.
“I think you’re right.” Arthur grabbed his jacket. “I don’t even know where she’s buried.”
“Come. I will show you.” Luther led the way to the car waiting in front of the house.
When they reached the church graveyard, Luther parked the car and took flowers out of the back seat. “Are you ready?”
Arthur nodded. He got out of the car and followed Luther to a grave in a quiet spot away from the others. He knelt down and traced the date on the headstone. “Mother….”
Luther put the flowers on the grave. “Hello darling. I thought you would like to see Arthur this year. We both love and miss you desperately.”
“Did she get to hold me?” Arthur asked as he traced the letters of her name.
“No. She was gone before she had the chance.” Luther cleared his throat. “I thought I was going to lose you both that day. If it wasn’t for her nurse, I would have. The young woman wouldn’t let the doctors tell her that she was wrong.”
“She was pregnant too.” Arthur said. “I met her daughter recently. She told me how her mother fought for mine.”
Luther nodded. “I thought she said she was carrying a son.”
“Guinevere said that her mother believed that to be true. It was quite a surprise when she appeared.”
Luther chuckled suddenly. “Her name is Guinevere.”
Arthur gave his father a puzzled look.
“Arthur and Guinevere? The king and queen of Camelot?” Luther sighed. “Your mother would have loved that.”
Arthur went back to tracing the letters in his mother’s name. “I never made the connection. I felt strangely drawn to her when we met. It was like I already knew her.”
Luther frowned. He knew of the prophecy that Gaius and Balinor believed in. He didn’t believe a word of it when he was first told. “Arthur how are you getting on with the Emrys boy?”
“Not as well as Morgana.” Arthur looked over his shoulder at his father. “I think they are involved. Why do you ask?”
Luther shrugged. “I was just wondering. There have been several new faces in our life these days. I was just wondering how you felt about it.”
Arthur stood up. “I don’t know. Something feels different lately. I can’t put my finger on it. It’s just a feeling im having.”
Luther felt his gut tighten. Was the prophecy coming true? It couldn’t be. Luther couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread that he was having.
Arthur knelt back down and touched the headstone. “Tell me about my mother. Was she happy that I was on the way?”
“Nothing had ever made her so happy as when we learned she was carrying you. She couldn’t stop smiling. She was so beautiful, Arthur. So full of life.” Luther knelt down and kissed his fingers then touched the headstone. “When we lost her I lost part of myself.”
Arthur looked over at his father. “I know. I hope you don’t blame me for losing her.”
“No. Never.” Luther put his hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault. It just happened. It happened to both of us.” Luther looked at the headstone. “Maybe your uncle is right. Maybe I should have put her title on her headstone.”
“It can be changed.” Arthur brushed dirt of the old stone. “Maybe an angel statue as well.”
“Yes. She is our angel, isn’t she?” Luther smiled. “She was an angel on earth for such a short time. I will never forget her and how much I still love her.”
Arthur nodded. “I love her too. I love you, mother. I hope you are proud of me. I have always tried to be a good man.”
Luther looked at his son. Ygraine would have adored the young man that knelt at her grave with tears in his eyes.