The crowd in the streets were buzzing with the energy and talk of the day, as man and women pressed against each other each trying to get a better glimpse of the approaching carriage. Children squeezed through the gaps of legs to reach the front where they giggled and pointed.

Around the street corner the ivory and gold carriage finally came into view behind the rows of security cars. Red flags flapped in the wind and the crowd went wild while the press shoved their cameras as close as they could to get the best view.

The volume of the crowd rose as the carriage doors opened and the soon-to-be-princess' sister stepped out, blond curls hanging loosely around her shoulders, a site herself in her long pewter silk dress. She smiled at the knight who offered her his hand, then moved aside.

Suddenly a hush filled the crowd as a vision in white stepped out of the carriage. And then the roar began, louder this time as cheers and discussions ensued.

But this momentary glimpse of Morgana was all the people got before she was ushered into the old church, specifically chosen for its rich history.

Inside the mob was smaller, but far more intimidating. Distant family and other key members of the office filled the pews. At the far end the prince stood nervously, his hands clasped tightly behind his back so that no one could notice that slight shake in them.

In the seats, Merlin gave him a reassuring smile and barely refrained from lifting up his thumbs in encouragement. Next to him stood Gaius, Lance, and a beaming Gwen.

Arthur's eyes drifted towards his other friends one by one – Elyan, Percy, Leon, Gwaine. Next he switched his gaze to his father in the front row, who had nearly finished recovering, the only sign of the ordeal visible in the new wrinkles on his forehead and the increase of white hairs.

His relationship with his ward and soon to be daughter-in-law hadn't improved much over the months since the incident. Uther couldn't admit how much damage he'd done, and Morgana hadn't been willing to forgive even if he had. Both were too stubborn for their own good. Arthur was just relived they could be in the same room together and suffer through civil conversation when necessary.

Amidst the bright colors and smiling faces, his uncle Agravaine stood out in stark contrast in his dark attire and mouth set straight. Morgana had confided in Arthur her fears about Agravaine planning something with Morgause, but he'd refrained from informing the King. Instead he'd assigned his own closest friends to secretly watch his uncle's actions while he lurked in the castle. Uther already believed he'd mostly dealt with the issue by secretly banishing Morgause from ever stepping foot in Camelot (except for this one occasion where Morgana had convinced him to allow her sister to stop the press from gossiping), and by setting one of the knights to watch Morgause's every move, something Arthur was quite sure the blonde found hilarious.

The loose ends weren't fully tied up, in fact they weren't anywhere close, but somehow they would get through it.

The music started and he turned his eyes towards the front the moment he heard the doors open. A rustle of skirts and feet reached his ears as Morgana entered the church.

"Breathe," he told himself to refrain from turning around. "That means she's here."

Finally when he gathered that she'd almost reached him…he turned around The sight that greeted him he lost his breath.

Moving down the aisle in a long, flowing, soft cream gown that billowed around her and trailed behind she was the center of attention. She'd left her dark hair unbound and in loose ringlets down her back and partly in the front, and a diamond encrusted tiara shaped like a little vine with leaves that held the soft white veil on.

He couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Morgana felt her heart skip a beat and suddenly found that she couldn't stop smiling at the sight of Arthur looking so dashing in his official red suit as a knight of Camelot and the crown prince. He seemed more regal than normal; stronger than anyone else in the room.

"So this is it?" she thought in awe to herself when she finally reached him.

She stopped next to the Arthur who continued to stare at her. He whispered for her ears alone, "You're beautiful."

She blushed, all her nerves about this day having evaporated at seeing him.

As the priest began talking, Arthur's hand found hers and she was so grateful to have him here to keep her strong.

Somehow along the way the priest had wrapped up and suddenly Arthur was looking right at her, his clear voice ringing through the chapel.

"I do."

The priest continued but her eyes were glued to Arthur. "I do."

"Then I now pronounce you man and wife, you ma-" before he could continue Arthur had already stepped forward and Morgana wrapped her arms around him for a soft kiss as the hall erupted in cheers.

The princess and her prince.

THE END

Author's Note: Okay so I realize this story took me forever and if any of you actually read all of this you are amazing. I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoyed it and still love arthur and morgana despite the show being over. Please send me any comments whether you are reading this right after I post it, or you stumble upon it months later. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR REVIEWS YOU ARE ALL WONDERFUL AND AMAZING! Xx