Everything started when Gwen became ill. She woke up one morning with a fever and stomach ache. When a maid tried to bring her some food she refused it, strongly. Gaius checked Gwen over and found no simple diagnosis. The only time she had felt like this before was when she had been pregnant – the end result after many stressful months being her son, Amhar. Amhar was now four months old and Gwen was sure that if he were still alive, Arthur would have loved him. The illness Gwen had was much worse than the morning sickness she had experienced last year. Besides, Gwen knew she wasn't pregnant.
Leon and Percival, whilst Knights of Camelot, were always willing to fulfil their unofficial roles as Uncles to the Prince. That meant that some of the stress had been lifted from Gwen's shoulders. As long as Percival and Leon were around, her son would be safe.
Gaius had suggested another reason why Gwen was suddenly so ill; it was now a year since Arthur had died. Many people had been affected by grief because of the war between Arthur and his sister, Gwen being someone who had been hit the hardest. She had lost Elyan, her only remaining blood relative, and Arthur in the space of a few weeks. Then she was expected to become leader of Camelot and, many months later, mother to the future King. Although she did not realise it, Gwen was strong and had every citizen of Camelot behind her. Gaius knew Gwen also missed the company of Gwaine, who was now also dead, and Merlin, who had disappeared after the battle.
Gwen remained ill for the next few days, and news of her illness soon spread around the neighbouring kingdoms. Soon, the Queen received a visitor.
"I am here to see the Queen." The visitor said to one of the Guards.
"The Queen is very ill at the moment, if you wish you may see Sir Leon or Sir Percival. They are her most trusted Knights." The visitor shook her head.
"Can you pass a message onto her?" She asked, the Guard nodded.
"Tell her that Hunith was here to see her." With that, Hunith walked away in search of Gaius.
Gwen was in bed. She had felt slightly better today so had asked her maid to bring Amhar to see her. Gwen was determined to be as unlike Uther as possible, so she was making sure she was spending quality time with her son. The knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in." Gwen called. One of the guards walked in. Gwen had only met him twice and had never caught his name.
"Sorry, My Lady, but someone by the name of Hunith is here to see you." Gwen sat up, startling Amhar.
"Hunith? Is she still here?" The words pilled out of Gwen's mouth very fast, but the guard understood her.
"I imagine so, My Lady, I will try to find her." The Guard bowed slightly the backed out of the room. Gwen turned to her son.
"You're going to meet someone, baby boy! I think you'll like her!" Amhar just gurgled. Leon had joked that by the time he was three, Amhar's vocabulary would be excellent due to the amount Gwen spoke to him. Gwen silently agreed with him. After many minutes, there was another knock on the door.
"Enter." Gwen said. In walked Hunith, which caused a grin to spread on Gwen's face.
"Hunith, please sit down." Gwen instructed. Hunith went over to the table and sat on the chair next to it.
"How have you been?" Hunith asked; Gwen shrugged.
"Sometimes I feel I'm doing okay, then I remember how much has changed. If somebody had told me this is how I'd be living, ten years ago I'd have shrugged it off. Anyway, Hunith, how are you?" Hunith laughed.
"My word, nothing in Ealdor has changed. I think Merlin could do with visiting soon, I'll have to tell him." Gwen nodded in agreement.
"Yes, it would be nice to see Merlin again. Despite what they said, he and Arthur were good friends." Hunith raised her eyebrows.
"Merlin isn't in Ealdor. I thought he was here in Camelot." Gwen shook her head. Percival had been the last person in Camelot to see Merlin, just after Arthur had died. If he wasn't in Ealdor, then where was he?
Hunith decided to stay in Camelot, which was a great help for Gwen. Hunith had stepped into the role of Grandmother, which was handy considering both Arthur and Gwen's parents were dead.
For the first time in February, the sun was out, so Hunith took Amhar out in a little pram that had been made for the Prince and Princesses of Camelot. Whilst out, she came across nine cloaked figures, all of whom had their hoods up in a way that covered their faces. Hunith became nervous, not just for herself, but for Amhar who was only five months old and all that Gwen had left of Arthur. She turned the pram around and went back to the castle as quickly as she could. The hooded figures looked at each other before also heading towards Camelot. The ringleader of the group pointed to a little house that had been the childhood home of the Queen and Sir Elyan.
"Do you think that anyone lives here?" He asked the group. One of the figures shook their head.
"I doubt it; Elyan had no family apart from Gwen, and Gwen wouldn't have let the place go, it was, after all, where she, Elyan and Tom lived. We can stay here until the time comes."