Harmony (Merlin)

Epilogue

Chapter 11

Warning/s: None.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

A/N: This is the epilogue, guys. I've finished the story! Jesus, this is emotional. I want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed, everyone who favourited and followed...thanks to everyone who offered support for this story.

Merlin touched her hair self-consciously, checking the loose braid was still in place. An ivory flower, a gift from Gwen, had been scraped into her scalp – "Beauty is pain!" Gwen had exclaimed, stabbing her with the sharp hair pins – to hold any loose strands in place, and to compliment her dress.

It had a slim corset that flattered her slim figure and then a skirt that fluffed out gently, cascading down in layers. Her shoes were not visible, hidden by the dress, but they were also ivory white and slightly heeled.

"I can't do this, Gwen," Merlin breathed, staring at herself in the full length mirror. "I'm going to trip on my dress and make a fool out of myself. I've already made a fool of myself, actually – I'm dressed up like a noblewoman when I'm only a servant!"

Gwen shushed her impatiently, smudging powder onto her eyelids. "Percival is a knight, and that counts as noble, so you are meant to be dressed up like this, actually."

Gwen stepped back, satisfied with her work. "You look beautiful," she said happily.

"I don't feel it," Merlin sulked, throwing herself into a nearby chair.

"Of course you don't," Gwen soothed, sitting down next to her friend. "You've had a lot of stress lately – there was this whole Byrn thing, and then everyone finding out that it was you who saved us and about your magic, and then Percival proposed, and then you had to prepare a wedding."

"It is very stressful," Merlin agreed, crossing her legs. "I hope Percival is serious about this," she added suddenly.

"Of course he is," Gwen laughed. "I overheard him talking to Arthur about you the other day – it was the happiest I've ever heard him! Relax, you're marrying the man you love. This isn't meant to be a cause of stress, it's a happy day."

Merlin breathed in and out deeply. "Right. Happy."

A knock sounded at the door, and a squire poked his head around into the room. "My ladies, we are ready for you."

He disappeared again and Merlin stood up, smoothing out invisible crinkles in her dress. (Invisible to everyone but her, naturally.) "Ready," she said confidently, striding towards the door. She stopped just before the handle, and Gwen was caught unawares, and plummeted straight into her back.

"Merlin!" she exclaimed crossly.

"Not ready," squeaked Merlin, pale as snow.

"Yes you are!" Gwen spoke firmly. "Now come with me, if you want to be happy for the rest of your life!"

Merlin allowed herself to be tugged from the room willingly. "I'm getting married," she muttered happily. Gwen heard her and smiled as they arrived outside the doors of the Great Hall.

"Ready?" Gwen asked, her hand on the handle of the door.

"Ready," Merlin answered confidently, rearranging her skirts carefully.

Gwen swung the doors open.

A/N: I was wondering whether anyone was interested in a sequel? I'm quite happy to write but obviously only if people want one.