Disclaimer: Do I really have to go through it again? Okay, one last time. I do not own King Arthur or the plot; I only own my own characters and other things therein.

Chapter 19

Isulet was nervous and jumpy. This was the day she had been waiting for all her life, the one moment when she would be married to the man she loved. Why oh why, then, was she so bloody nervous? She couldn't contain it; she looked over her outfit one last look, trying to find some problem with it. It would be easier for her if she had, it would give her a reason to panic. As it was she was just panicking for what she felt was no reason.

"Calm down or you'll hurt yourself." Morgan walked into the room.

"You look lovely." Vanora walked in.

"I feel terrified." Isulet smoothed hands over her dress.

"Stop fussing." Vanora snapped.

Isulet was wearing a deep purple dress, as she was now recognized royalty, or would be when the day was out. The bodice was tight fitting to her waist, and flared down from there. The sleeves were held at the elbow with two silver bracelets, and from there the slit sleeves fell almost to the length of the skirt. The bodice fell, not too low, but it was not high either. Around her neck was a twisted silver necklace. Most of her hair had been caught into the bun, and yet some was allowed to dust the tope of the laces.

"How long have I got?" Isulet asked.

"I don't know when your brother comes to get you I suppose." Vanora shrugged.

Isulet let out a small wail at that. She was to be married first, as her brother was getting married that day as well, and he was to be crowned after his wedding ceremony. The waiting was getting to her; she had been up since dawn. She had been allowed to wash in bath water with rose petals scattered in it, and she had been anointed with some rose scented oils. She had been dressed and waiting for only a few moments, and yet it felt like hours.

"Isulet…" Morgan warned.

At that moment there came a knock at the door and Arthur was admitted, wearing his sword at his hip. He seemed to stop dead when he saw his sister; he was obviously shocked at how she looked. She smiled and went and stood before him so he could get a really good look at her. Morgan clapped her hands as Isulet finally calmed down and managed a twirl, before sinking down to a curtsey in front of her brother. Rising she took the arm that was proffered to her.

"Watch that dress." Vanora hissed as she and Morgan went to take their places in the crowd.

Everyone stopped talking at the first sight of Isulet and their new king. They all drew back to leave a pathway to the stone circle where Merlin was standing. Isulet all of a sudden felt shy, and she dropped her eyes to the ground, and held onto her brother's arm as she slowly made her way up the path. Murmurings had started up behind her about how beautiful she looked, how alive, how radiant. All Isulet was concerned about was counting the steps until she was at her knights side.

"I give you my sister, for you to protect and cherish." Arthur handed Isulet's hand to Gawain's, and then stepped back to his place in the crowd, a small smiled on his face. He was happy that his sister had found true happiness at last. Merlin offered the two a cup of palest silver and smiled. They both drank the red wine placed inside. "You will look after each other till the day you die and in the eyes of our Gods you are married. He pulled out two ribbons, one of red and another deepest green. He bound their hands together and placed a sheaf of wheat into their hands. Isulet smiled up at Gawain and turned to the crowd. Morgan stepped out and held a broom in her hand. Vanora took the other end and they held it a little above the ground. Gawain led Isulet to the edge and they leapt over it proving they where married. Merlin turned to Morgan and spoke.

"Oh Goddess of rebirth I ask are they wedded in your eyes."

"As I breathe they are married, as I am reborn so is their life. And as I die they will live forever together till the end of time." A roar went up from the people around them; the marriage was over and had the blessing of a Goddess to boot.

Isulet finally got the courage to look into Gawain's eyes probably. At that moment exactly she knew that what she had been waiting for all her life had finally arrived. She was glad that she had had the courage to reach out and take it; otherwise gods only knew where she'd be today. Probably a small quiet widow, floating around her houses, afraid of the memories that would come to haunt her. But she wasn't, she was now heir to the throne of Britain, a warrior in her own right and now married and bound to the man she loved most in the world.

She smiled, and let her love show in her eyes, it was all she could do. Gawain smiled back and leant down to claim her lips in a tender kiss. Isulet responded, this time not caring that Morgan was leading the cheering, or that everyone else was joining in. It was her day after all, and she wouldn't let it be spoiled by her very persistent friend. In fact it wasn't actually Morgan who broke the pair apart in the end, it was Bors.

"There'll be plenty of time for that later." He called.

Isulet broke away at that, managing to smile, blush and look shocked at the same time. Eventually though the blush left her cheeks and she went to stand with Morgan and Tristan, catching Bors over the back of the head with her hand as she walked. He rubbed at his head, pretending he had been hurt. Whilst still supporting the baby Vanora reached over and cuffed him on the back of the head again, telling him to behave.

Arthur's wedding went without a hitch. It was different from that of his sister's and yet everyone's eyes were still on the bride and groom. As they drank from a gold cup that Merlin presented to them he smiled proudly, knowing that his daughter was now queen of Britain, and at Arthur's side she would rule well.

"Our people are one, as are you." Merlin intoned as the ceremony finished.

Arthur and Guinevere turned to face the crowd. Guinevere was happy, she had finally gotten what she wanted, power. Arthur looked over the crowd, proud to see his friends all assembled.

"King Arthur!" Merlin cried a cry which was repeated by everyone.

The knights drew their weapons and held them aloft. Isulet's hand went to Gawain's sword, even as Guinevere did the same with Arthur. Bors, having to be different cried out Arthur's Latin name in the loudest voice, so that it was not drowned out by the crowd. Arthur held his hands for silence, even as everyone bowed to him.

"Let every man, woman and child know that from this day we are all equal." Arthur's speech was hailed with cries. Then on Morgan's signal the archers behind the new king and queen drew back their bow strings and fired out into the sea, letting all know that Britain was ready and waiting for them.

"We didn't get a speech." Gawain moaned, making Isulet smiled.

"We did, we got a goddess incarnate to bless our wedding." Isulet corrected.

"And now, I present my heir to you all, my sister Isulet." Arthur cried out.

Isulet nodded to her brother. She stepped forward to kneel. She felt Excalibur touch each of her shoulders as her brother recognised her as his heir. As she stood Ceridwen came forward bearing a crown of flowers, which Isulet had to again kneel to have placed on her head. Once she stood again she turned to Arthur again.

"Do you accept that if I die the protection of the people and lands will fall to you? And do you accept that at the event of the birth of any heirs you must step down to let them become my heir?" Arthur asked.

"I accept these terms." Isulet nodded.

"Then I give you my heir." Arthur pronounced.

There were cheers from all around, and Isulet stepped down, content for the moment to let her brother take the limelight. There would be a time when she would have to use her power as heir, but this moment was a time for her to be a newly wedded bride, and it did not matter that she was heir to the throne of Britain.

Author's note: Hope this isn't too short and that you all like it.