???:"Quickly Igraine, we must escape before he catches up to us or else our child may not even live to see the world for the first time with it's own eyes"

An old man dressed in kingly robes says while running through a dark tunnel and holding the hand of a middle-aged woman with a bloated belly.

"Uther, we must stop running, I can feel that the baby is going to come out any second now. I've held him back for as long as I could, but I can't stop him from coming out for much longer."

The old man, now identified as Uther, looks at his wife with worry and fear in his eyes. But the fear and worry he has in his eyes quickly changes to determination.

Determination to make sure that his child gets to see the light of day and that his wife gets to live another day.

"Igraine, my dear. I need you to listen to me very closely okay. I will return from---"

"No, Uther. You mustn't. If you do that then you will not return alive. Do you truly believe that I would wish to live out my life at the expense of yours?!"

"Igraine, right now is not the moment to argue about this. Think about our child who's yet to even experience seeing the light and letting it shine upon their face for the very first time. Even if it costs me my life, I will die happy knowing you and our child are safe."

Igraine was left on the verge as tears. As she watched her lover and king run to what would most likely be his final battle before departing this life for another.

"How did things come down to this? Where did we go wrong? We did our best to ensure that our kingdom was prosperous and in the end, this is the thanks that we receive? Betrayal. Betrayal from all those who we called friends!"

Igraine screamed out before dropping on her knees. Holding her stomach as she grunts in pain.

'It seems that I can't stop you from coming out of me any longer it seems'

Igraine thought to herself as she laid down on the floor in preparation for the birth of her child.

Heir to the Kingdom Of Camelot.