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CHAPTER FORTY SIX, episode x, the coronation.
THE DAY had finally come for princess isabella valour and prince arthur pendragon to be crowned king and queen of camelot. everything had led up to this very moment. the wait was now over. they would be coronated and wed in the morning.
isabella sat down at her vanity, guinevere brushing through her dark curls as isabella looked at her coronation dress through the corner of her eye. gwen smiled at her, "i am so proud of you, your grace...wow that's probably the last time ill ever call you that."
"i cannot believe i will be a your majesty, or your royal highness...thank you, gwen. it has taken a lot for myself and arthur to get here." she spoke back, looking down at the emerald ring on her finger.
gwen smiled at her, not being able to contain her excitement. "let us get you ready, shall we?"
isabella's heart flickered with sadness at the thought of morgana and estella not being there. gwen took notice of her facial expression and rested her hand on her shoulder. isabella brushed those thoughts away and looked at gwen through the mirror, smiling. "we shall."
within the hour, gwen was walking isabella down the steps towards the throne room, where inside arthur was waiting. she glanced back at gwen, and merlin who was stood next to her and both gwen and merlin sent her a thumbs up. she looked up at arthur with an anxious look in her eye. "you look beautiful." he told her.
"thank you, you look handsome.." she trailed off.
arthur raised an eyebrow at her, sensing she was worried. she glanced back at him and sighed, "it all feels so very soon...i do not think i am ready to be a queen." she worried, making arthur smile gently at her.
"you were born to rule this kingdom, isabella. you have always been ready." he promised, pressing a delicate kiss to her forehead.
the fanfare began to play, and isabella gently let go of arthur's hand as the throne room doors opened. the crowd immediately stood, looking at the almost king and queen with wide smiles, everyone falling into deep bows and curtsies. isabella looked down at her dress for a split second, which was a dark red colour, with golden lace detailing along the sleeves and neckline. it was truly beautiful.
the two of them reached geoffrey, the court genealogist who was stood with a proud smile, waiting to coronate them. arthur went first, and knelt in front of his throne, geoffrey to the side of him. isabella watched with a smile of awe, arthur looked truly majestic.
"will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the peoples of camelot, according to their respective law and customs?" geoffrey spoke, holding the crown next to arthur.
