The sunlight filtered through the windows bouncing off the walls and filling the throne room with intricate patterns. The doors at the far end of the hall opened and a young woman all but floated across the threshold. Her brilliantly white dress was simple but made of the finest silk. White ribbon crisscrossed along the bodice, from where the fabric flowed out gracefully sweeping the floor as she walked.
At first her eyes were fixed on the floor, all too aware of her large audience, however as she walked she slowly lifted her head to look at the far end of the room. She caught the eye of the young man standing in front of the throne and the effect was instantaneous. She stood taller, lifted her head and a radiant smile graced her face. In that moment she forgot about the crowd, her self doubt, the responsibilities she was about to inherit and all the pain she had suffered to reach this moment. The only thing left was her overwhelming, soul filled love for the man before her and the desire to be joined with him forever.
The young man watched as the love of his life walked, too slowly, towards him. She radiated beauty but he could tell she was still feeling very nervous. Honestly he was nervous too. He had been king of the land's largest kingdom for almost three years, had led the armies of Camelot to victory without fear, returned magic to the kingdom and led his people into a time of previously unknown peace and prosperity, but becoming a husband scared him beyond belief. He knew he could always provide for her, she would have the very best of everything but would his flawed love be enough to make her happy? Could he be kind enough, patient enough, loving enough?
She looked up at that moment and their eyes locked. He could see the fear in her eyes so in that gaze he tried to pour all of his love and respect for her along with the promise to always love and care. As he looked into her eyes he saw the same message shinning through the tears that had begun to gather there. He felt his fears sooth and they no long seemed important. All that mattered was him and her. Not the challenges facing them. Not even Camelot mattered in that moment, as she reached him and he held out his hand for hers.
At noon on the first day of summer, Arthur and Guinevere joined hands.