Rosilyn was excited as she got dressed. She fixed her hair and tied up the front of the dress. She thought about her upcoming wedding and her wedding night. Rosilyn wondered if Lancelot had ever been with a woman, but she would never ask him. It didn't matter to her. She cared about him a lot. Lancelot asking to marry her was like a movie. She was swept up in the excitement of it all. Rosilyn wanted to have Arthur perform her ceremony. She needed to see about a dress, but she would wear any of them because it was going to be quick anyway. She did need to talk to Arthur about it.

A knock at the door caught her attention.

"Are you ready to go, my lady?" Lancelot asked.

"I am not," Rosilyn told him as she grabbed his hand and led him inside, closing the door behind them.

"We are too early," Rosilyn said leaning on the door.

Lancelot knew what she was referring to and he walked over to her putting his hand on the door above her head. He stepped in closer and kissed her lips hard. She leaned back on the door harder. His lips moved from her lips to her neck. He traced a path of kisses down her neck. It was making her long for him more. He got to a spot on her neck that was especially sensitive and realized how intense for her, he concentrated on that area. The roughness of the stubble on his face intensified the effect even more. She moaned. Rosilyn gripped Lancelot around the waist and pulled his body hard against hers. She was ready for her wedding night. She wanted her knight badly. She swallowed hard."Lancelot..."she moaned. She had to break it up and it killed her. She guided his face back to hers and he smiled knowing she couldn't take any more.

"Would you like to leave now?" Lancelot asked.

"No… definitely not, but we should," Rosilyn said. Lancelot leaned down and kissed her lips again. "Thank you, my almost husband."

"My almost wife."

They headed out into the hall as Gwaine was just leaving his room. Rosilyn didn't know if she should try to talk to him or not. She went to say something to him, but she couldn't manage to get the words out. Lancelot noticed a distance between them and wondered what had brought about this change in the two of them.

When Rosilyn and Lancelot rounded the corner by the Arthur's chambers, Rosilyn said, "I wanted to talk to Arthur, if that's okay with you?"

"It is, my lady. I will see you down there," Lancelot replied.

Rosilyn went to the guards by Arthur's room. "May I speak to Arthur if he has time?"

The guard opened the door to the royal chambers and asked if Arthur had time to meet with Rosilyn.

"Of course, send her in," she heard him say.

She walked in to see Arthur was dressed in his chainmail. Rosilyn could tell he was a bit nervous. He was having trouble fastening his cloak.

"Are you okay? Let me help," Rosilyn said. Rosilyn went up to him and fastened his cloak to him as she looked into his eyes. Arthur got even more nervous due to Rosilyn's close proximity. He looked down into her eyes as she straightened his cloak and brushed him off.

"Sire, you look handsome," Rosilyn said.

"You look beautiful yourself. I am sorry for the state of my chambers. I asked Merlin to …"

"Oh, it looks fine. Are you doing well?" Rosilyn asked.

"It's hard… everyone's well being is in my hands now," Arthur sighed.

"You will be fine. I believe in you. Your people believe in you. Arthur Pendragon… you need to believe in you. You would give yourself for your people. They have been in your hands for a while, from what I have heard. You will be a great king and people will read about you in books for well over a thousand years from now."

"Rosilyn, you know how to make a man feel better."

"Arthur, I … I just know you will! You must believe in yourself. You are the king they need and you are the king every kingdom should have," Rosilyn smiled. "You will be the mark that every king will try to meet in the future."

"I hope to be live up to kings before me. I do not wish to fail my people."

"Prince Arthur, you will not fail your people! I know that in my heart." Rosilyn stated knowingly, "You just need to believe in yourself. Believe in your vision of Camelot."

"Thank you, Rosilyn."

"As king, you can help bring about many changes. You can even help me, maybe?"

"Whatever you need, my lady?"

"I wish to marry," Rosilyn said.

"I think Guinevere may get upset," He laughed. He wondered, Lancelot or Gwaine? "When do you wish to marry?"

"Tomorrow, if that will be okay?"

"Of course, it will be arranged. I will have Merlin get right on it after the coronation ceremony."

"Oh, sire…" Rosilyn said

"Arthur," Arthur interrupted.

"Arthur, there is no need to arrange anything. We will have a simple ceremony. Just a few witnesses would be fine. Lancelot and I don't need anything fancy," Rosilyn said.

"Don't be silly… Lancelot has saved me as well as Camelot on more than one occasion and he is getting an honorable ceremony," Arthur smiled.

"How about a small honorable ceremony then?" Rosilyn laughed.

"Good idea… Intimate! Maybe just forty people?"

"How about ten at the most?" Rosilyn laughed again.

"Lancelot's a lucky man!" Arthur said.

"Guinevere will be lucky too."

"Are you ready?" He asked as he kissed her cheek.

"I am. Let's do this!" Rosilyn said,

Arthur laughed repeating, "Yes, let's do this!"

When Arthur and Rosilyn arrived outside of the door to the throne room, Rosilyn took both of Arthur's hands and said, "You will do great!" Rosilyn quickly walked into the room and took the spot next to Guinevere. Gwen smiled at Rosilyn.

Arthur slowly walked to the front of the room as everyone bowed to him as he passed and kneeled down in front of the throne. Geoffrey of Monmouth, the keeper of the royal records, administered the king's oath.

"Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the People's of Camelot according to their respective laws and customs?" Geoffrey asked.

"I solemnly swear to do so" Arthur agreed.

"Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?

"I will."

"Then by the sacred laws vested in me, I pronounce you Arthur, King of Camelot!"Geoffrey placed the crown upon his head. Arthur then stood up and faced his people.

"Long live the king!" Leon shouted.

"Long live the king! Love live the king!" the crowd chanted.

Rosilyn thought Arthur looked more confident than before. She scanned the knights to find Lancelot and found him next to Percival. She then noticed Gwaine. She felt she needed to talk to Gwaine. She didn't want there to continue to be awkwardness between them.

As people were filing out of the throne room Gwen looked at Rosilyn and said, "You look happy!"

"I am."

"You didn't seem so at the dinner yesterday."

"Things change quickly sometimes."

"What's changed?"

"I am marrying." Rosilyn stated.

"Wha…"

"Lancelot asked me this morning," Rosilyn interrupted.

"You are right things do change quickly!" Gwen's said excitedly. "I am excited for the both of you."

"You don't think it's too soon?" Rosilyn asked.

"No, there are people who are in marriages where they never even meet until their wedding day. Lancelot deserves happiness, and so do you," Gwen said hugging Rosilyn."When will your wedding be, so we can plan?"

"Tomorrow, but it will be small."

"You need a dress."

"I can wear the off white dress with the laces up the back," Rosilyn said. "I really love it anyway!"

"Are you sure?" Gwen asked.

"I want you to just have fun at Arthur's feast tonight," Rosilyn said.

"I will. I am so proud of Arthur," Gwen beamed.

"He will be a great king."

"Did you tell Gwaine yet?" Gwen asked.

"No. It doesn't matter to him," Rosilyn said.

Gwen thought, She isn't seeing what I am seeing, I guess.

"I think I will go for a walk before the feast tonight," Rosilyn said.

"Enjoy your walk."

Rosilyn stated to walk toward the doors leading to the outside. Lancelot walked up. "My lady."

"Do you want to take a quick walk?" Rosilyn said.

"I have some duties before dinner, but if you would like me to…"

"It's okay. I won't go far. I'll just walk around the grounds and lower town."

Lancelot pulled out some coins and handed them to her.

"I have no idea how to spend this!" she laughed.

"Well it's okay, they will take it from you all the same, my lady."

"Thank you, but normally a husband's duties start after marriage" She smiled. "You aren't just any husband, are you?"

"I would try not to be."

Rosilyn kissed him and he pulled her close. "Lancelot, you are the finest man I have ever known." She kissed his lips again, looking into his eyes.

"My lady, I am what you make me."

"I am falling in love with you, Lancelot…" she whispered.

"My lady, I lost that battle long ago." He whispered back to her as he kissed her cheek.

Rosilyn started walking around the grounds of the castle. She was excited by the flourish of activity due to Arthur's coronation. She thought only yesterday everyone was mourning Uther and now it's a new day. The sun rose on a new Camelot. Rosilyn started to head down the path to the lower town and was met by Sir Leon and a brunette walking toward the castle.

"Hello, my lady." Leon said

"Hello, Sir Leon" Rosilyn responded back.

"This is Lady Melodie" he said. She is here for Arthur's coronation."

"Hello, my lady!" Rosilyn said cheerily.

"Hello!" said Melodie.

"I am going to take her by the practice field before dinner and maybe the armory" Leon stated.

"Maybe you can stop by the lake or the meadow" said Rosilyn hinting to Leon.

"Oh yes! We must stop by the lake. Let's go by there now," Leon said.

"I love the water!" Melodie smiled at him.

Leon and Lady Melodie turned around and went back down the path heading to the lake. Leon turned back around and nodded his head in appreciation to Rosilyn.

Rosilyn continued into town when she spotted a familiar sign "The Rising Sun". She looked down in her hand at her coins and then at the door to the tavern. She thought maybe I can have one drink. Rosilyn opened the door and stepped inside. She looked at the table where she and Gwaine had shared before and went to sit in the seat she had once sat. Rosilyn started to close her eyes.

"My lady, can I get you an ale?" the bar server asked.

"Yes, thank you." Rosilyn said to him.

"Are we expecting Sir Gwaine to join you?"

"No, it will just be me." Rosilyn said.

"Good enough for me." The bar server said.

"What's your name?" Rosilyn asked.

"My name is Berinon, my lady."

"Well, thank you, Berinon. My name is Rosilyn" she said.

Berinon retrieved Rosilyn's drink and brought it to her table. "Thank you" said Rosilyn. Rosilyn took a deep breath, "bottoms up" as she repeated, what Gwaine had said last time before drinking down the ale. She was starting to get used to the taste of ale. The tavern was quite loud today. She knew that today must be very special for Camelot. Rosilyn leaned her elbow on the table and leaned her head on it. Rosilyn finished her ale and ordered another, drinking half of that one before she allowed herself to breathe.

"I am surprised the tavern hasn't thrown you out for that attire," said a familiar voice from behind her. "I should have come to your chambers and helped you pick something out."

Rosilyn didn't turn around "I guess I should have consulted with an expert before taking on this adventure alone," she responded.

"May I sit?" Gwaine asked.

"You may," Rosilyn said.

He came into view from behind her now. He was dressed in full knight's gear. Rosilyn had missed his voice but even now there was so much awkwardness between them. Gwaine took his place across from Rosilyn. Berinon came over placing ale in front of Gwaine.

"Thank you for yesterday at King Uther's funeral." Rosilyn choked out.

"Are you okay?" Gwaine asked.

"Just so much happening," Rosilyn says closing her eyes.

"I understand what you mean" Gwaine responded.

"I wanted to tell you someth…" Rosilyn started to say.

Fighting breaks out behind Rosilyn. One man almost hit Rosilyn with a goblet. Gwaine walked over and punched him in the face and slammed him down on the top of the table. "Watch out for the lady!" He said to the man. Gwaine takes Rosilyn's hand and leads her out the back door which is closest to them. He shuts the door behind them.

"I want to show you something not many people know about" Gwaine said.

He leads her down a path into the woods. The trees were so thick here and just barely let the sun into its canvas. She passed through some bushes and there was a natural spring that glided down the rocks and flowed on. It was beautiful. The sun shined on the glistening water and rocks surrounded it making it the perfect place to sit and relax. Rosilyn smiled at Gwaine. "There is that beautiful smile again," he said smiling back. Emotion overtook Gwaine and he moved closer to Rosilyn looking down into her eyes. The moment hung there for what seemed like forever. He took his right hand and brushed her hair off of her face. He stroked his hand down the side of her face as he moved inches from her face and then seeing she was willing he then kissed her hard on the lips. He wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her tighter to him. Rosilyn couldn't think at all. She just felt his strong grip and his lips that longed for hers. Rosilyn felt butterflies fluttered in her stomach and such a strange tingle throughout her body. He pulled her even tighter and deepened the kiss. Rosilyn kissed him back even harder than he was kissing her. Gwaine gently leaned Rosilyn up against a tree as he continued their kiss. Rosilyn closed her eyes. She saw glimpses of Gwaine's smile, his bowing to her as a joke, his hand in hers. She felt panic set in now. She put her hand on his chest and slightly pushed to signal him to give her space. He pulled his lips away from hers and laid his head on her shoulder.

"I am marrying Lancelot, tomorrow." Rosilyn cried.

"You are?" Gwaine pulled her close, hugging her tightly.

"He asked me this morning… I don't regret what just happened… I am sorry, though. I am sorry."Rosilyn said as Gwaine stroked her hair.

Rosilyn had tears running down her face. Gwaine took his hand and wiped them away. "I only want happiness for you," he said. Gwaine realized there was no reason to tell her how special she was to him now. She could just keep thinking she was just another girl. He would just let her think he was fine with the fact she was going to give herself to someone other than himself.

"My prince," Rosilyn said softly.

"Yes, my princess?" Gwaine responded sweetly.

"You may have yet one last kiss before I am no longer able to give you one."

Gwaine took Rosilyn's hand and pulled her close to him. He pulled her right up to himself and pulled her tight against his body. Their faces were so close. He kissed her cheek at first, and then used his fingers to tilt her head up to look at him. He was going so slowly to savor this moment to the fullest. "You will always be my princess," he whispered before his lips slowly kissed hers. Rosilyn melted. Gwaine was intoxicated by Rosilyn. He kept his lips against hers as he pulled her so tight. He felt the warmth of her lips and the heat of her body. He kissed her even harder knowing this was the last time his lips would meet hers. Gwaine planned on staying like this as long as she would let him. He walked her back to the tree again. He placed his hand on the tree above her and released her lips to move down to her neck. Rosilyn closed her eyes and exhaled out. He lingered on her neck for a minute before locking in on her eyes again and grabbing the back of her head lightly and kissing her lips again. Rosilyn felt Gwaine's hand drifting off her back and slowly lower and she groaned. She wrapped her arms around Gwaine's neck and her legs could barely stand at this point. Gwaine took that as a signal to keep going. He had one hand running through her hair and the other on her curvy rear as he pulled her as tight as he could to him. Rosilyn couldn't handle anymore. She was so on fire inside and she had to cool it. She moved her lips from his and he stepped back. They were both out of breath and she was feeling guilty. She wished she could control her emotions, but she couldn't where Gwaine or Lancelot were concerned.

"I must go," Rosilyn said.

"I know."

They started to walk back up the path and when they arrived back at the tavern's backdoor, Gwaine told Rosilyn, "Lancelot is a good man, and you will be happy with him. If it couldn't be me, then he is perfect," He smiled at Rosilyn. They opened the backdoor and looked inside where Berinon was cleaning up the mess from the brawl. Gwaine held the door for Rosilyn as she walked in. She looked back into Gwaine's eyes.

"There you two are!" said Berinon.

"I had to take this lady away from this madhouse for a bit," Gwaine commented.

"She is quite a lady," Berinon said.

"She is!" Gwaine smiled at her.

Rosilyn walked back to Camelot with Gwaine quietly and departed ways with him so she could go back to her chambers before she went to the feast. Rosilyn went in and fixed her dress a bit and then stared out the window of her room. Lancelot came into view walking through the courtyard and it made Rosilyn refocus on him. Rosilyn thought Gwaine was right, Lancelot will make me happy.