Chapter Ten
Beleth sat on the porch happily staring out at their land, their land; it was still like a dream.
She remembered like it was yesterday. It had been two weeks after Arthur and Guinevere's wedding. Galahad had snuck in to her quarters and woke her. She had reached under her bed and grabbed a small bundle that hid a light blue gown.
They had run over the moors until they reached the edge of the lake where a Woad priest was waiting for them. And there in front of the night sky they were wed, nothing big nothing fancy, just them.
Now she sat on the porch of their home embroidering pansies on the edge of a little dress. She looked into the bassinet and saw little Neve, their daughter. She blonde curls were bright like her mothers. She smiled when she realized that her mother was looking at her. Her little arms stretched up signaling she wanted to be held. Beleth put aside her needle point and picked up her daughter.
As she cradled the little girl Galahad went running by with Becket, their son, on his shoulders who was squealing with delight. Becket was three and had dark curly hair like his daddy. Galahad slowly came up the steps after running by two more times and swung Becket down to go see his mummy and new little sister. Beleth smiled up at Galahad.
They owned a small farm just west of Gawain's village, it was about a half an hour wagon ride. Galahad had been given the option to start his own town but had decided against it. They lived quietly and happily and would for the rest of their days.
The End
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this story and I hope every one enjoyed reading it! I would also like to thank all of my reviewers especially MWP, you are a real fan and a great reviewer, thanks. Hope you enjoyed it!