You've all been magnificent. It's short, its cheesy, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin BBC
Theo watched her perform magic for the court, eyes drawn to the blue power that flowed from her hands. She'd always enchanted him. Her golden hair fell down her back in thick, wild curls. Her Camelot red dress hugged her curves in all the right places, the elegant sleeves moving in the same flow as her magic and the long train gliding across the floor with every move. Sometimes, it was a wonder he could breathe with the sway of her hips and the beam of joy she wore when producing a white dragon.
"Why have you not told her the news?" a voice asked from beside him. Theo glanced over to see a smirk, blue eyes, and neatly combed blonde hair. The crown prince leaned haughtily against his best friend's chair with his eyebrows raised in expectancy. "You've received her father's blessing to marry her, why not sweep her off her feet and ask?"
"She's been nervous about the show tonight," Theo looked back towards the beauty he intended to marry. "I thought I would wait until after. Uncle Merlin says there's to be a comet tonight. That's romantic, isn't it?"
"It is in fact," Rupert nodded. "I can't wait until you're no longer looking at her like some lovesick pup, though. Its nauseating."
"You're one to talk," Theo scoffed. "I see the way you look at her serving girl. What's the name, Ayleth?"
"Watch it," Rupert shoved his shoulder. "I haven't been pining for the girl since we were five. You've always loved Ana."
A chord struck in his chest. "I always will, sire."
"Right." Rupert rolled his eyes. Ana finished her performance, causing the room to erupt into cheers. Theo and the prince joined them, making way towards where the royal family sat. Ana bowed to her queen—her aunt—and smiled on the way up.
"My dearest," Queen Elionwy touched her chest. "Your magic grows every day. That was beautiful."
"Indeed it was," Arthur added, leaning forward. "Tell me, when did you surpass Merlin's clumsy magic tricks?"
Ana smiled under the approval of her family.
"Grace us with your beauty a little bit longer," Ellie demanded. "You and Theo dance so beautifully together, its my favorite thing to see."
Rupert elbowed Theo with a smirk. The queen knew exactly what she was doing.
"Of course, Majesty," Ana blushed. She looked toward Theo—who was dressed in his wear fit for a knight of Camelot—and curtsied. "My lord."
Theo bowed. "My lady."
They took hands and moved towards the dance floor. Arthur and Ellie sat side by side, holding hands and watching the first of the next generation fall in love. With Theo's dark hair and scruffy face (he'd inherited Lancelot's looks) and Ana's exact figure and hair from her mother, it was if they were watching Jen and Gwaine dance for the first time. Their song leaned against a pillar, talking to Ana's ladies maid while glancing at his two best friends every so often. Their other children from all of their friends were spread throughout the hall, laughing and eating, enjoying themselves while magic flowed through the essence of the castle.
Making eye contact with Jen, Ellie felt her heart swell. This is what they had fought for. This was the life they had wanted, what brought them to Camelot in the first place. Their mission was fulfilled and their family protected. Finally, they could have complete peace.
They had no idea, that years into the future, all of it would be starting all over again. That years into the future, ages, centuries forward, Emrys was watching from afar as the same couple sat in a different white castle, in a different kingdom, with a different mission.
God Bless the USA.