Word Count: 200
Prompt: 122 Yearning
Uther quietly enters Ygraine’s chambers, still appointed as though his wife is elsewhere. His eyes brush over bottles and combs on a dressing table and her own elaborate tapestries on the walls.
Uther doesn’t come as often as he once had but he’d needed a few moments alone with her memory and here amongst his wife’s belongings he feels close to her once more. He sits on the edge of the bed, picking up the diary still resting on her side table.
The babe is growing by leaps and bounds he reads in her delicate hand. I can’t wait to meet this little miracle. Uther’s eyes fill with tears and he can read no more.
“Arthur is five today, love, and looks more like you with every passing day,” Uther whispers to the room. “I wish you could be here celebrating with us both. You’d be so proud of the boy we have.”
He rubs his palms across the grey green comforter and heaves his weary body up with a sigh. There is an eager five year old waiting for presents and celebration and Uther has to put on a happy front no matter the heartbreak this date also marks.