Pendragon Wedding Dec 27, 2011 23:38:27 GMT -5
Post by Arthur Pendragon on Dec 27, 2011 23:38:27 GMT -5
Today, was going to be perfect. The weather was bright and sunny, which was certainly a relief for an event scheduled in the outdoors. He and Guinevère had decided to have a slightly nontraditional wedding. He had already broken so many traditions, why not change the setting in which a king gets married too. Besides, this was not just any wedding; it was the day that he and Guinevère had been waiting for. For years, they had been waiting for this very day. It had almost happened once before, but this time . . . it was truly happening. Today, she would become his wife. Tomorrow, she would become Camelot's queen. The thought excited Arthur and for the first time in a long time, he felt truly happy. He felt as if nothing else, nor anyone else, could ruin the happiness that they had found in each other. And with them, were their friends and brothers to share it with them. The knights, his brothers that he held dearest to his heart; Merlin, who was the closest man he called brother; Gaius, a father figure to many and some councilmen who were here as witnessed. And then of course Geoffrey, who would be the one to legally bind this union of marriage.
As they were in the gardens, they did a little improvisation. They had set up a bit of an alter, which was really, just a large arrangement of flowers surrounding where Arthur now stood, waiting for his bride to emerge. He was dressed in his royal attire, his well polished chain mail and crown; new boots and pants, his vibrant red cape . . . and Excalibur, tucked in between his belt and his chain mail. He didn't feel the slightest bit nervous. For this was a day that was long overdue. One that had not occurred for obvious reasons, but he was not even thinking of that right now. In the moment, he was only thinking of how he was so very happy to be gaining a wife today, after having been silently committed to Guinevère in his heart for so long. After the actual marriage part, there would be a private feast that followed -- with only those who were present in the audience now. But soon, it would be official. It would be formalized . . . and Arthur couldn't wait.
He turned his head to see his wife to be begin to walk on the small path filled with flower petals that they had created. He softly smiled, finding himself taken aback by her beauty in this moment. She looked more beautiful than ever before, and it was a good thing that he was not in a hall filled with people . . . because he knew it would be all the more difficult to pull his gaze away. He wanted to tell her how ravishing she looked, how much he loved her, but -- another good thing -- was that he was so distracted by her, that no words came to his lips. He was speechless, as if he was mesmerized. . . right until she walked in front of him, where they were now standing face to face. He took her hands in his, holding them, so that they would be ready for when Geoffrey said the words. Arthur was not sure he had fully snapped out of whatever trance he had just been put in, but he knew he was capable of speech again for soon, Geoffrey would start and Arthur did not want to look like a fool, unable to talk and only leaving his mouth hanging open. Thankfully, the king seemed to have a little more grace than that."My lords, and gentlemen of Camelot, we are gathered here today to celebrate, by the ancient right of handfasting, the union of Arthur Pendragon and Guinevère."
Arthur knew that he should be paying attention, but it was so very difficult to do so when he was staring at the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. The woman who would soon be his wife, and queen. After everything he had lost, he finally felt like there was hope. That not everything had to be filled with darkness and despair. She brought so much light into his life, and that was what he was focusing on. Not even thinking of the dark times they had faced either together, or because of each other. Only in the bright future they had ahead of them. A future where they would be married, where they would have sons and daughters to carry on the Pendragon name. Where he would not have to rule on his own, but have a strong hearted wife to stand by his side and give him the strength that no one else could. Geoffrey then continued to speak, asking Arthur a question that he did not even need to think about in this moment. He only paused for a second in between, to make sure his voice didn't sound overly enthused and held a level of formality. Even if they were just around close friends and family."Is it your wish, Arthur, to become one with this woman?"
"Is it your wish, Guinevère, to become one with this man?"
"Do any say nay?"
Arthur did not break his gaze from Guinevère. He knew he would not have to look around the area to know that no one would object to this. For he knew that those present at this private function, would support this decision. They all knew Guinevère separately from Arthur, and they had all seemed to be in favor of this. The first time, most certainly. Even the second time none seemed to object. Had Arthur been in a larger hall, he may have 'conveniently' and subtly put his hand on the hilt of his sword . . . just in case someone decided to be too opinionated. But he would not have to worry about such a thing here. He could just look at his gorgeous bride and not fear judgment from others. Judgment on him or Guinevère. He knew that others, those who did not know them so well, may form their own opinions . . . but Arthur didn't care. He had knighted men of non noble blood, breaking one of the greatest traditions and he did not regret it for a single day. Just as he would never regret marrying the daughter of a blacksmith. Because it was not about rank nor what blood ran in a person's veins, it was about what was in their heart and the strength of it."With this garland, I do tie a knot, and by doing so, bind your hands and your hearts for all eternity. I now pronounce you to be husband and wife."
Husband and Wife. The words that he and Guinevère had called each other in playful jest in the past . . . but now it was real. He could see and feel Geoffrey tying the garland around their hands to seal this union. They were officially married. Arthur's smile grew a bit, so ecstatic that he could not even begin to express the emotion he felt right now. He could not remember the last time he felt so filled with euphoria and happiness. Never. For he had never married the woman he loved. He'd been engaged, and now this time . . . it had gone to the next step. Once it was tied, Arthur waited a few moments before the final action to solidify this union. This bond between them that was now legal. He leaned forward to kiss his bride. The kiss was soft but filled with silent and subtle emotion. It was their first kiss as husband and wife, and would be one of many to come. This, was where they started their forever, together. As one. She was his wife, his queen, his Guinevère.