{First chapter out!! Whoo} FATE/KINGDOM a Fate/Zero fanfic.

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(Fate/zero, Fate/stay night)
This will be tweaked and won't completely follow the Fate/Wikia.
I am making this to answer un-answered questions in a sensible fashion.

Summary
King Arthur is the 'Once and Future King' of Britain. Her true gender was kept secret from public knowledge. Only a select few, the knights of the round table and her personal physicians. Her tragic story is one of duty, conflict, love, chivalry, and ultimately betrayal. These chapters will go into detail of her life and how she lived. It will make clarity from the unknown.




Prologue.
"A girl?!" A loud and displeased voice echoed through a dimly lit hallway.

"Yes, your Majesty. Igraine has given birth to a girl." The mid-wife replied timidly to the king. His

face was pinched in disappointment. He sharply turned his back to her and stomped through the

stone hallways before she could say anything else. His crimson cape flowed behind him. He

threaded through a wide hall, with large windows that showed a sea of tree tops, he then turned

to a more narrow hall with no windows. At the end of the hall was a lonely wooden door, it

seemed just like the rest of the wooden doors that the kind had passed as he hurried through the

halls, but this door seemed very out of place. As he swiftly headed down the hallway he was

reaching his destination, but just before he could reach for the handle on the door, the short-lived

and subtle cry of a newborn escaped from the room behind the lonely door and the King had

stopped in his tracks. He became hesitant to open the door and enter the room. He took a deep

breath, grit his teeth and reached for the door handle, placing his hand on the handle, he slowly

pulled it forward which caused it to make a clanked noise. He placed his other hand on the door
and pushed it open.


It was a candle-lit room with no windows. There was a large carpet which covered most of the

stone floor and there were banners hung up on the walls. There was a large bed with thick

blankets stretched across it, and there was a blonde haired woman who laid under the blankets.

Her arms were over the blankets, they were cradling a bundle of wrapped white sheets. Her eye's

met the king's eyes and she smiled warmly at him.

"Forgive me, Uther. It seems my womb can only bear girls." She says calmly. She beckons

King Uther with her free hand to come to her side. He slowly walks to her, keeping his eyes

strictly on the bundle in her arms. As he walks to the side of her bed, the face of a baby is
reveled to him.

"She has your eyes." She says, looking lovingly down at the newborn. She cuddles the
newborn close to her face.

"Igraine, are you feeling well?" His eyes look down to the floor carpet from the mother and
child.

"I am very well, perhaps a bit tired though." She lays the baby next to her and re-positions
herself onto her side.

"Would you like to name her?" She asks as she places her hand over the baby wrapped in

white linen. The King does not answer. She looks up as him, his face turned back to

disappointment. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but words are lost. The baby makes a

quiet noise. Almost a yawning sound. Igraine begins to speak.

"Well, if you don't want to name her, I have a fine name in mind. I think Arturia would be a

suiting name for her. It's a name that stands for nobility, courage, and strength." She says,

trying to lift the tension away from herself.

"This changes everything. I was supposed to have a male heir." He clenches his fists. He

silently walks to the door and opens it. Just before he leaves, the baby lets out a short giggle,

his head shoots back and looks at his newly born daughter. His face had changed from a

disappointed look into a sorrowful one. He breathes in, and stares blankly at her for just a

moment before turns his face forward and walks out of the door, shutting it closely behind. Not

far down the hallway is a hooded figure leaning against the right wall of grey stone.


"Merlin..." King Uther announces the name of the mysteriously hooded figure. The King walks
up closer to him.

"This isn't what we've planned. Igraine was supposed to give birth to an heir." Uther had slight

weakness in his voice. Merlin snickered, his teeth showed brightly.

"But she did give you an heir, my highness." There was a hint of sarcasm in Merlin's words.

"She's given birth to a girl, Merlin. She cannot be the heir to the throne," Uther's hand
gestured as he spoke.

Merlin replied."She is the heir, Uther. And she shall be the one who will sit on your throne."

"No, the subjects of this kingdom will not allow for such a thing to occur."

"But they will, Uther. You should spend the rest of your day accepting your daughter's fate to

inherit the throne. Now, if you don't mind, I have to make a visit to the village." Merlin turned and

walked out of the hall. Before he reached the larger hallway, he stopped.

"Oh, that's right. What is your daughter's name?" Merlin asked without even turning his head.

"Her name..." The king had a hint of sorrow in his voice. "Her, no I mean, my daughter's name
is Arturia."

"Ah. Fancy that, it's a suitable name for the future ruler of Britain." Merlin continued and

turned left into the windowed hall way. King Uther quickly followed in Merlin's tracks, but when

he reached the lengthy hallway, Merlin had vanished.

"How very unpleasant." He said under his breath.

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Chapter 1 (help me with a name?)

A month had passed since Arturia was born. King Uther had made a tenancy to avoid contact with his daughter, ignoring her as he spoke to his queen, Igraine. This day was a rainy day, a pale light beamed through the windows, making the atmosphere within the castle bleak and gloomy. The King was in a large room with several people. They were all fitted in suits of armor, and they surrounded a table with a hand-drawn map.
"Uther, the Saxons are going to hit us from the west, they have the sea to their advantage. Trust me when I say we should place some catapults on the cove." Said a knight with a white and orange painted shield.
"But then we would have a weakened north side, if they decide to come from the hills then we will have a lot of damage on our hands." Said another man with no shield. Uther stroked his beard. He gazed intensely at the map laid on the table before him. He then smacked his hands down on the table.
The king took a deep breath before speaking to the other men. "These are very troublesome times my friends. A single misstep can cause this kingdom to fall and crumble. I want to consult Merlin before making any final decisions. Meet me here again before nightfall." The men bowed their heads and exited the room. When they all left the room, the stressed king rubbed his face with both of his hands.
"Such troublesome times indeed." It was a woman's voice. Uther looked behind him, to the voice. It was the Queen, Igraine. She was in the doorway on the opposite side of the room in which the armored men had exited. Her long blonde hair and her pale skin seemed to shine among the gloomy stone walls.
"Ah, my love. How long had you been there?" He asked with one eyebrow raised. She walked towards him, her steps were silent and her pale-blue dress dragged on the floor behind her. A man who didn't know any better might mistake her for a ghost. She placed her hands on Uther's shoulders.
"I've only been here long enough to listen to that last speech you gave to your knights."
"I see. Igraine, is Arturia with one of the wet nurses?" He asked hastily.
"How odd of you to take interest in the babe. You've seemed to completely ignore the fact that she even sleeps in our quarters, which is where she is now." Igraine spoke with some resentment towards Uther.
"Forgive me, my Queen. I feel as though I am unworthy of touching such a pure child. My hands are tainted with the blood of my enemies, the blood of your previous husband, and even the blood of my own men. And someday that babe will also be tainted with such blood." After hearing the king admit his thoughts, her eyes widened and she tenderly embraced Uther. Her head rested on his chest, Uther wrapped her arms around her as well.
Uther broke the silence of the room. "I want to see her, Arturia. Take me to her."
"Very well, let us go into our sleeping chamber." The queen slid her arms off of the king's armored body. She led him throughout the hallways, and up a few sets of stairs until they reached a large wooden door with a sign nailed onto it. The sign read as 'Lilith Abi'. Uther spoke out loud.
"Lilith, be gone." He said under his breath.
"Yes, to keep her away from Arturia. I do not wish any harm on her." Igraine's voice was tender to his ears.
Uther raised an eyebrow at her. "That is just a story, you shouldn't take it literally."
"It may be a story to you, but to me, it is truth from the Bible." She glanced at him.
"Shall we go inside or stand here bickering over a sign?" Igrain opens the door to their bedroom and enters, holding the door open for Uther as he follows close behind her. When they enter the room, they walk towards a cradle pushed against a wall on the right side of their large bed. Uther follows her, peering at the cradle. The month old Arturia sleeps inside of it. The babe's skin is very pale with rosey colored cheeks and thin blonde hair.
"She looks like a painted sculpture of a baby." Uther clutches the rims of the cradle.
"She'll grow to be a beautiful woman someday." Igraine whispers to Uther.
"Indeed. How can something as delicate as that become Britain's ruler?" He asks sadly.
The Queen keeps silent. She opens her mouth to reply but as she does, there is a knocking on the door.
"I'll open it, Uther." Igraine quickly goes to the large wooden doors and opens it wide to reveal a young girl in a purple dyed dress. She is not surprised by the visitor.
"Ah, It's Elaine. Do you need something?" Igraine asks the young girl.
"Yes, mother. I've been looking for Morgana but I can't seem to find her anywhere, you don't think she's gone out of the castle again, do you?" Elaine asked in a sweet voice, much like her mother's.
"It wouldn't surprise me if she was in the village nearby. Your sister doesn't seem to like being in the castle anymore." Igraine replied, seemingly annoyed with her words. Elaine looked over her mother's shoulder at Uther who was hovering over the cradle.
"Can I go see her too?" Elaine asked with enthusiasm. Igraine opened the door wider and stepped aside, nodding her hed to Elaine. Elaine's eyes sparkled and she hurried towards the Cradle to look at the sleeping Arturia.
"She's grown a bit since I last saw her." Elaine looks closer at Arturia. "Now I'm no longer the youngest child, how exciting to have a little sister."
"You seem to be as bubbly as ever, Elaine." Uther snickered at his step-daughter.
"Oh, look! She's waking up." Elaine said as she observed Arturia wiggling in her white linen wrap. Arturia let out a small yawn and opened her green eyes. She looked up at Elaine and Uther who were hovering over the cradle. She made noises of a happy baby and freed her arms from the Linen she was wrapped up in. Igraine walked up to the cradle and gently scooped the baby into her arms.
"Would you look at that, she managed to get her arms out of that wrap. She's must be strong like her father." Igraine smiled widely at Uther as she cradled Arturia in her arms. She walked up to Uther and Extended her cradling arms towards him.
"Here, you hold her. You should at least cradle your first child." King Uther seemed reluctant and hesitant, but he extended his own arms regardless. Igraine seemed overjoyed by his notions and carefully set Arturia in his arms. Elaine watched over her mother's shoulders. The King looked down in his arms. Arturia gazed up at him with widened eyes that glimmered from the candle lights. She gave him a toothless smile and giggled. His eyes also widened at the small person he was carrying. Igraine took Elaines hand and pulled her towards the door.
"Elaine and I are going to look around the castle for Morgana, stay and take care of Arturia for just a little bit, will you?" Uther stepped forward and opened his mouth to object but Igraine and Elaine quickly left the room before he could say anything. He let his breath out in defeat. Arturia giggled some more.
"You are much heavier than I had expected you to be." He said in a more cheering voice to the baby in his arms. Arturia flailed her own arms around and reached them towards his face. He brought his hand toward her, extending his index finger.
"Now, let me see how strong your grip is. If you are to wield a sword, you will surely need strong hands." He placed his finger on Arturia's small hand. She grasped his finger just as he had expected of her. He pulled his finger back, Arturia's grip still remained on it.
"Ah, that is a fine grip indeed, fit for a king." He gently placed her back down in the crib. He started tickling her and playing with her. He smiled and chuckled to himself.
"I never thought I would see you acting so bewildered by a mere infant." A voice appeared from a dark corner on the opposite side of the room. The King jumped back from the unexpected intruder. Stepping out of the shadow, he relieved himself. It was Merlin, still hooded and hiding his eyes.
"You could use the door, Merlin. You surprised me." Uther stepped away from the cradle and walked toward Merlin.
"I just came back from the village, I found someone suitable enough to raise your Daughter." Merlin said, ignoring Uther's last comment.
"Oh... I see, I didn't expect you to find a family so soon." Uther awkwardly replied.
"Did you change your mind Uther? Should I remind you how dangerous it is to be living in this castle. What with Saxon invasions and barbarians coming at every side. Uther, that child needs to be raised in secrecy, there are enough people out for your blood, how do you think they'd feel if they had the chance to kill your successor as well?" Merlin's sharp words made Uther cringe.
"No, I understand. How did you plan to go about this? Igraine would never allow this and she'd do everything in her power to keep it from happening." Uther rubbed his beard in deep thought.
Merlin began pacing in the room. "You should not worry yourself over that, I have a plan. I will disguise myself as a Saxon and abduct Arturia. Nobody will suspect that she will live in the hands of a Saxon, Arturia will be presumed dead until she become old enough to claim the throne. But please forgive me for Igraine's future grief."
"When will you perform this act?" Uther asked, not knowing if he would like Merlin's decision.
"Why, tonight of course. You have a Saxon invasion on your doorstep, don't you?" Merlin Snickered. Uther's heart seemed to sink down to his belly. He could here Arturia happily making jabbering noises. He turned his head and looked at the child once more. His mind filled with sorrow, this is the last day he could see his one and only child.
"I will come tonight, I will make quite an entrance, I need people to witness me as a Saxon, stealing away the child, so prepare for a sleepless night, also if you could make it easier for me and have some guards off duty, that would be excellent." Merlin stated as his feet began to evaporate into smoke.
"Very well, Merlin." Uther agreed almost defiantly. He clenched his fists.
"Ta-ta, I'll see you later tonight." Merlin's voice sounded venomous as he dissipated into a dark colored smoke which soon cleared away.

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