Based on the Merlin Universe myself and mustbethursday3 from LJ created in our RPF fic.

Three SA drabbles that stand as one. Will post as chapters =]

Stars littered the sky above Camelot. They shone bright, above the city, millions of miles away. They always amazed Gwen, they were so tranquil, so at peace. At least, they made her more peaceful, and on a night as hot as the night had been so far inside the Great Hall.

"There you are," Gwen looked back over her shoulder at the Crowned Prince. She had a hold of her skirts so she didn't scuff up the ends, not used to such finery. She didn't know how Morgana kept the dresses she wore in such good condition, "I've been looking for you."

"It's a little overwhelming," she admitted as he stood beside her following her gaze up to the stars, "I'm not used to being the centre of attention."

"You're marrying their Crowned Prince, you'll be the centre of a lot of attentions," Arthur admitted, slipping his arm around her waist, edging behind her to pull her against his chest. She turned her head to snuggled her cheek against his best shirt.

"As long as I remain the centre of yours," she smiles into him, turning herself to lean against the wall and look up into his eyes. She could see that smug look in his eye, the one he got when he'd won something. Usually she'd complain and tell him that she wasn't something to be won, but she couldn't help but feel like it had been a draw.

"Always," he traced the line of her forehead, pushing a loose hair out of her face.

"Careful, do you know how long it took for them to do my hair?" Arthur couldn't help but laugh, defiantly pushing his hand into the intricately fastened hairs, "Arthur," she warned.

"We're getting married, they can't expect me to behave all the time," he retorted, bringing the backs of his fingers back to gently stroke her cheek. He pressed his lips to her forehead, Gwen pushed into it, eyes closed and relaxed. He then kissed the tip of her nose, making her grin as he turned his attentions to her mouth. She tilted her head to kiss him back, dropping her skirts in favour of wrapping her arms about his neck.

"I can," she smiled, as his hands rested on her hips, keeping her close.

"But you don't want me to?"

"We made a promise, Arthur. I'll be yours forever and a day, there's plenty of time for that," she promised again.

"Why must you make it so hard?"

"Because there is a room full of people expecting us," she reasoned, taking his hand and leading him towards the hall full of people. He restrained himself from whining like his younger self would have. He didn't care about spending time in the presence of nobles, making a show for their benefit. All he wanted was to go through with these promises they'd made.

Him to her. Her to him. His father to them. He wanted to be with her and live their life. Together.