"He'll be alright, won't he?" Gwen's fingers are wrapped tightly around the hem of her robe. "The plan will work, right?" The worry in her heart only increased with every second.

Gwaine looked far too unperturbed, despite the eerie silence that seemed to have fallen over the castle. "There's a plan and Merlin will come through. He always does." The moonlight glinted off the sword as Gwaine idly waved it around.

Gwen stared out of the window – the blackness made it impossible to see what was happening. She couldn't stay here. Grabbing the sword Arthur left with her, she moved from the window.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I can't just stay here."

Gwaine's hand wrapped around her arm. "No. What are you going to –"

A loud bang and a huge flash startled them both. "Arthur."

Flinging the door open, almost as if he had forgotten about her, Gwaine ran into the corridor. Gwen raced after him, her skirts in one hand, sword in another. The corridors were strangely empty as they made their way to the vaults.

There, they saw their first body. The face was so burnt that Gwen couldn't identify who he was but the red sigil told her it was one of Arthur's men. The band around her heart only tightened. Gwaine had stopped running, instead slowly eased his way further into the tunnels that led to the vaults, occasionally darting his eyes back to check on Gwen.

The dark tunnels finally gave way to light, and from where she and Gwaine stood, Gwen could see three figures. Relief flooded her. Merlin had managed to bring the old sorcerer back. Morgana faced him down, Agravaine at her side.

Where was Arthur? Her eyes darted around the vault, skipping past the various trinkets that lined the room, until she spotted him slumped against a wall, one arm clutching his waist. Cold fear flooded her. With a gasp, Gwen tried to move towards him but was held back by Gwaine.

"No."

She had attracted Morgana's attention. Gwaine cursed behind her as Morgana looked up, directly into her eyes.

"If it isn't the soon-to-be Queen." Every word was like ice down Gwen's spine. "Decided to join your love in death?"

Agravaine raised an arm. "Morgana –"

But he was too late. A loud blast flung Morgana against the wall and although she struggled, an invisible force seemed to pin her to it. Immediately, Gwaine rushed to Agravaine's side, his sword pointing at Agravaine's throat.

"It's seems fitting that Gwen is your downfall," snarled the old sorcerer. "You just couldn't ignore her."

Morgana's only response was a strangled cry.

And then it was all over.

Gwen rushed over to Arthur's side, her hands moving desperately over him. "Are you alright?"

His smile was more of a grimace. "It's just a flesh wound. I've suffered worse." He lifted a trembling hand to her, rubbing at the tears she didn't realised she had shed. "Shh, it's over Guinevere. It's over."

"I love you," she whispered. "I love you."

He didn't respond, instead, his eyes closed.

His eyes were heavy and the wound in his stomach hurt. But Guinevere was by his side, her hand entwined in his, her fingers sliding against his.

When Gaius finally finished fussing over him, he left, leaving Arthur alone with Guinevere. The worry in her eyes tore at his heart and her free hand fluttered over his bandages. Yet she was quiet and he could tell that she was thinking. What about, he wasn't sure.

"I'm fine Guinevere." His voice was a low rasp. "Are you alright? You and Morgana –"

He left the thought unsaid. Before Morgana had turned to magic and evil, he knew that Guinevere had cared deeply for her and while, after all of Morgana's schemes, he was pretty sure Guinevere no longer had such feelings for Morgana, seeing her killed would not have been easy.

"Whatever affection I had for Morgana has long disappeared." She stroked his face with the back of her hand and he caught it, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. Even then, she didn't soften. "Is it really all over?"

"I hope so. Those loyal to Morgana will undoubtedly come at us for revenge but without Morgana, they will be disorganised, leaderless. We'll deal with them."

Gwen nodded but Arthur could still see her concern. At least, he hoped it was concern, and not her rethinking her decision from before. He wanted to ask her, get her promise she meant it about giving him a second chance, but it seemed out of place in their current conversation. Instead, he told her about something else that had been in his mind for a while.

"They may have magic but," he sighed, unsure of what she would think of his plan, "but I'm thinking of reviewing Camelot's ban on magic. The old sorcerer, he helped us and as irritating as he can be, he was not evil."

She nodded again. "I'm sure you'll make the right choice."

"You know that's not always true," he said, squeezing her hand. "But you and Merlin were right, if I listen to the right people, I'd make better choices."

"What will happen to your uncle?"

"He'll be punished – banished from Camelot. I don't really care where he'll go." He shifted a little, then sucked in a breath at the pain from his wound.

"I should let you rest," Guinevere said, slipping her hand from his.

"No. Guinevere –" He caught her hand again, tugging her close. "Are we alright?"

A frown creased her brow. "Yes. Why?"

"Something is bothering you. You don't regret what you said before?"

"You were almost killed. Of course something is bothering me." Finally, she smiled. Cupping his face, she let her thumb draw circles on his cheek. "I meant every word. I love you Arthur. Seeing you lying in the vault, not moving, covered in blood, I knew that I didn't want to lose you again."

"I never want to lose you again either," said Arthur. "Never."

Her kiss was soft, barely a brush against his lips so he lifted one hand, cupped her head and deepened it.

Gwen lay in bed, enjoying the feel of Arthur's sheets against her bare skin. Several months after their fake wedding, they finally had a real wedding. It wasn't an exaggeration that the whole of Camelot gave a sigh of relief when the wedding actually took place without incident.

"Good morning my Queen." She felt Arthur's arm creep around her waist and she smiled.

"Good morning."

"It's a brilliant morning. I think I like waking up and seeing you watch me."

Laughing, Gwen snuggled into his chest. "I like watching you sleep. You look so innocent."

"That's because I am." He nipped her ear before pressing kisses along her jaw.

"I think last night was proof you are far from innocent, my lord."

"Mmm. Whatever you say, my lady." He covered her lips with his and she giggled before giving as good as she got.

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