*The castle is decorated with garlands of flowers and autumnal leaves. Servants bustle through the halls, preparing food and setting up last minute decorations. The main hall has tables set out with centerpieces made of dahlias and ivy. Benches have been placed in the throne room, enough to fit hundreds of guests. The aisle is lined with ivy and leaves*
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*Morgana stands out of sight, pacing a little. Her gown is almost completely pure, white, silk; the tiered end, which flares slightly at the waist, only barely sweeping the floor. Her bodice dips in a sweetheart neckline, connecting to her flowing sleeves, and is decorated with little, clear gems. The middle creates a small moon.*
This thing is starting with or without him, oh my goddess. I can't believe my brother is late for my wedding!
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This excuse will have to be the best that anyone's ever heard.
*Merlin holds his arm out, offering it to Morgana.*
Are you ready?
*She stops, huffing a little and flicking her wrist. With a flash of gold, her hair twisted into a french braided crown, dappled with dahlias and ivy*
Yes it will. I'm ready.
*When Lance approaches she just rolls her eyes, taking Merlin's offered arm*
Arthur isn't here.
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Hey! Hi, I’m here, I’m so sorry, Morgana, there was just— sorry, it doesn’t matter.
*She tries to hide her sigh of relief, sending him glare. *
We can discuss it later, I'm just glad you're finally here!
Thank you for offering to walk me, Merlin.
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I’m ready when you are, dear sister. And truly sorry for being late.
*She moves to take his arm, looping them together and squeezing a little – her nerves showing a bit*
I'm ready, I have the love of my life to marry.
*her eyes flash and the music starts*
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*Gwen stands at the end of the aisle, waiting patiently in a long white dress that fades to lavender. She holds a bouquet of lilies and roses. When she sees Morgana she grins*
*Morgana's heart skips a beat at the sight of her love, her own smile overtaking her face. She and Arthur walk arm-in-arm until they arrive in front of Gwen. *
*she whispers to Arthur,* Thank you for making it in time, *before he hands her off to Gwen*
You look gorgeous, my love.
*she sends a smile to Merlin as he takes his place behind them*
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*Gwen grins at her beloved as Geoffrey begins his speech*
“Never in the history of Camelot has such a union taken place. It is fitting that the first pair to do such is the Lady Morgana Pendragon and her loyal companion Guinevere. We have gazed on as their love grew, and now we will marvel at their happiness as wives. Lady Morgana, your vows.”
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*Morgana takes a deep breath, smiling brightly*
Guinevere.
The day that we met will forever be the luckiest day of my life. From the beginning, you have always treated me as a person rather than a royal, and you took the time to listen and get to know me. Your kindess and caring heart are everything I love about you. But I love all the little things, too, in a way that makes my heart beat faster; The way you bite your lip when you're nervous or thinking, the way you throw your head back when you laugh, the way you smile so brightly, at anyone around.
Everything about you is perfect to me, and I wish to cherish you for the rest of our days. All of our hardwork has led us here, to where I can hold your hands and say 'I love you more than any words could ever explain.' No matter the circumstances, I will always be there to take care of you when you need it, and I will remind you everyday how much I love you.
*Gwen resists wiping away a tear*
Morgana, I have never known someone as resilient as you. You have stood tall through everything. Your sister’s betrayal, Uther’s abuse, learning of your magic. And what’s more, you still find it in your heart to be kind to those around you. You have stood with me through all manners of hell, and I am honored and overjoyed to be able to stand with you through whatever comes next. I love you.
*Geoffrey smiles at us both.*
You may present the rings.
