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She stood outside of the throne room, out of sight of everyone. Emilia had never been so nervous, not when Mordred had held her captive or when she had been preparing to fight back in her home village. Her dress was a deep rich purple, with yellow panels. The paces she took became faster and her breathing increased at the same rate. She turned to the doorway as Merlin came out.

"Are you alright?" he asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Alright? Merlin, my heart is going to jump out of my chest any second," Merlin couldn't stop the laugh. "Merlin! This is not funny!" she said and soon enough started to laugh as well.

"Look, you do not need to worry about anything. Arthur is waiting for you in there. Pretend there is no one else except him," Merlin grabbed ahold of her other shoulder.

"That is hard to do when there are hundreds of people in there." Merlin looked at her.

"Trust me when I say you will be fine. There is nothing, not even Mordred that can take this away from you," he said and she nodded slightly as her breath slowed down.

"Thank you Merlin," she replied taking another deep breath. He nodded and stepped back through the door, taking his place in his crowd by Gaius. With a brief glance at Arthur he could see that he and Emilia shared the same nerves. The room fell silent as the crowd turned to face Emilia as she stepped into the hall. There had never been anyone who looked more like a queen than she did in this moment. Her light purple gown flowed behind her as she seemed to float from one step to the other. Arthur's eyes followed her each step, refusing to let her leave his view. Merlin looked down at her hand where Arthur's ring sat, and she was slowly regaining control of her shaking hands. He was worried she might forget about the steps but Arthur was on hand to help her up. She knelt down on the ground. Arthur was passed the queen's crown.

"By the sacred laws vested in me, I crown you Emilia, Queen of Camelot," he lowered the crown down onto her head. She rose from kneeling and looked at Arthur. He leaned towards her and lightly brushed his lips against hers before she moved to stand by him. Emilia's mind raced over the next couple of minutes, the shouts of 'Long Live the Queen' sounding like whispers in the distance. She could not stop looking at Arthur, who was holding her hand tightly. They moved backwards and sat down on the thrones. It was lucky he was still holding her hand because she could feel it start shaking again. Everyone in the room collectively bowed or curtseyed, depending on their gender, before Arthur and Emilia stood up once more and walked down the aisle left between the two groups. The moment they were outside Emilia started to breathe quickly.

"That was the most nerve wracking and scary moment of my life," she said and Arthur quickly pulled her tight against his chest.

"And it is over," he said.

"Well, we still have the banquet tonight which will be even more terrifying."