The wedding finally came to a close amid applause, as Arthur and Guinevere embraced.
The knights still had to escort the King and Queen back to the Royal Court. The other nobles and commoners went their separate ways, preparing to attend the grand feast that evening.
King Arthur and Guinevere sat in a carriage brought by their attendants, on their way to the Royal Court in Camelot.
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was a little awkward.
The newlyweds held hands, but neither was willing to speak first.
Their expressions were remarkably similar: flushed cheeks and evasive glances.
Arthur was usually serious and earnest, while Guinevere was poised and graceful, yet now they both wore the same expression.
In the end, Arthur, as the "groom," spoke first.
"Guinevere, my Queen." Arthur made no effort to disguise his voice, which sounded clear and pleasant.
"My King." Guinevere replied, her voice trembling slightly.
After those two sentences, silence fell over the carriage once more.
...In short, it was extremely awkward.
It was hardly their fault. They had not even met once before the wedding.
Thankfully, though the awkwardness was agonizing, it did not last long. The church was not far from the Royal Court, and the carriage had already reached its destination.
Arthur opened the carriage door and stepped down first, holding out a hand to Guinevere.
Guinevere gazed into Arthur's beautiful emerald eyes and smiled sweetly. Taking her husband's hand, she stepped down from the carriage, and the two walked into the Royal Court arm in arm.
Anno, dressed in festive attire, watched from afar as the couple—who perhaps should never have come into being—walked by. Concern still showed in his eyes, while Lancelot behind him wore a bitter smile.
Perhaps this affection should never have come to be in the first