Right now the King of Britain is sitting in a non-state car in the driveway of the out of the way house where Morgana now lives with that strange chap - Merlin, wasn't it? - trying to mentally prepare himself for this visit.

He had of course seen the baby (his grand-daughter) at the hospital, but it hadn't been much of a visit, it hadn't helped that Morgause had been wandering around casting a shadow everywhere she went.

So he had decided to come to the house in the hope that things might go a bit smoother...but he doesn't have a lot of hope.

Still, he hoped he would at least be able to give Morven a gift, a family heirloom of sorts...although he was rather torn on even that, he didn't want to step on Gorlois's toes, after everything. But still...

"I won't be long, Lug," at least, Uther assumes he won't be, he might not even get through the door. Still, one didn't become a successful King by being timid.

So here he goes, taking a deep breath and squaring his shoulders.