InsaneJournal

Uther had never thought too much about Grandchildren. Of course, it had been expected that Arthur would marry a good, Noble girl and forge ties with other kingdoms and, in time, have an heir to take the Pendragon throne. But here things were different. And even if it had been hard enough for the old King to accept that his son had married someone who was, if you looked at the thing on paper, so below his station, he had done it. More for Arthur's sake than anything else. Because no matter what people said about Uther, he did care about his son more than anything in this, or any other world. But Uther had assumed that any children born from that marriage would be just as hard to accept as anything else in this situation.

But then he had seen his Granddaughter, and the doubts were gone so quickly he could barely accept that they'd existed at all.

Uther had never thought of himself as a person who was very good with children. When he'd been raised, child-rearing was the work of the women. That had been made very clear to him, and Uther was a man who lived by the rules that had been set in another time, was a stickler for tradition. It was a large part of his problems when it came to this city. In fact, as far as he was concerned even the Mother, if she was married to a Pendragon, shouldn't have too much to do with her child - that was what wet-nurses and tutors were for.

But it also couldn't be denied he adored Abigail. One could go as far to say that he doted on her. Uther had been round to visit almost every other day since they had brought the baby home, usually carrying some kind of gift for the child that was completely uncalled for. Abigail probably owned more tiny pink hats than any baby in this city. So when he knocked on Arthur's doorway that afternoon, it wasn't a big shock that he had a small woolen toy cat under one arm.