Chapter Thirty One

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by Smint100

by Smint100

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

Seren checked her reflection in the glass. The soft pale material caressed her breasts, clung to her waist, skimmed her hips and then flowed to a pool around her feet, trailing behind her as she walked towards the door. Arthur was waiting for her, and she smiled up at him as he held out his arm for her to take.

‘Ready?’ he asked, unnecessarily. ‘You look beautiful, but I can’t believe how brave you are.’

She laughed. ‘It’s not me being brave, it’s him.’

‘Actually . . . yes, you’re probably right.’

They walked down the steps together, along the corridor and then entered the main hall. It had been decorated with twined branches of leaves and flowers and they passed the tables already set with platters and cutlery for the following banquet. But before that was the ceremony.

He was waiting at the head of the room, turning as he heard that she had arrived, and then smiled at her. Nothing else mattered now. She walked towards him, holding Arthur’s arm tightly for reassurance as she suddenly became very emotional. This was really happening. This was what the Goddess really wanted for her.

Her eyes drifted over the knights waiting as guards of honour. That thought brought a smile to her face. Some of these guards had most definitely not been entirely honourable, despite being under the influence of the Goddess. But those memories were of the past. This was her future. She smiled at Arthur and walked between the knights, past where her mother was sitting, to the head of the aisle. There, smiling at her, waiting for her, was Merlin, wearing his new robes of deep blue and gold.

‘Thank you, Merlin. Thank you for explaining everything.’ She couldn’t help it, she flung her arms round him and gave him the hugest hug, much to the amusement of everyone gathered there.

Embarrassed, she released him and stood looking up at him, grinning. Merlin smiled back at her and then nodded over to where someone was waiting patiently, and she lowered her head more decorously although continued to smile.

Merlin cleared his throat and began. ‘We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of Lady Seren of Cambernic and,’ he paused dramatically . . . ‘and Gwaine, King of Lothian.’