Gwen stared at the mountain of boxes in front of her. When the Reverend Mother sang Climb Every Mountain in The Sound of Music, Gwen was sure this wasn't what she meant. And yet, she was here, and Lancelot was already putting together one of the bookshelves, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he read the instructions, and this was finally happening. They were moving in together. The two of them.

No more housemates ruining their getaways, no more best friends using their emergency key to get doritos in the middle of the night. It was just the two of them.

Lancelot and Guinevere.

Guinevere and Lancelot.

It felt surreal, her hands reaching out to open up a box, revealing the crockery which had been placed into it. Picking it up, she moved into the kitchen, smaller than her last one, but big enough to fit two people comfortably.

And so it began. The end of the move. The beginning of a new life.

What felt like hours later, Gwen collapsed next to her boyfriend on the couch, part of her wishing she had accepted the help that Morgana and Merlin had offered, and by extension, Morgana's brother Arthur. But the other part, which had told her that this was the beginning of something new, that beginning of privacy, had won out.

Lancelot looked up from where he had flopped, a tired smile gracing his face, and Gwen couldn't help but smile back at him. It was contagious.

Yes. This was good. This was what she had always wanted, to have an always with Lance, just like he promised her when they had started dating all those years ago. To build something with him that would last a lifetime.

And as they sat there, feet tangled in the others, piles of boxes still sitting around waiting to be unpacked, Gwen couldn't help but think that they had finally found it.

Their always.