The Wedding of Merlin and Morgana

The whole day was meant to be stressful. It was their big day. It was the day that they were going to get married. But there was added stress as well.

Arthur and Lancelot were still at loggerheads and the council had their own idea about what should happen.

They had expressed their 'deepest' concerns about Arthur marrying someone of a lower status. Merlin had reminded them that he was once seen as a peasant and was a servant for a long time and that his mother had come from a peasant background. They had ignored what he had said and told him that it might be best to use him to strengthen an alliance.

Merlin had allowed it that Gwen was able to court both of them. Morgana had told him very little about what she had told her but he could tell that she was confused by it all.

So he was there stressing out about the situation while Morgana was stressing out about the wedding.

Guest had started to arrive and it was hard to keep entertaining people. Merlin muttered a name under his breath as he went to the chambers they were staying in. He hadn't been available to met them when they arrived and made it the first thing to do on his list when he had finished the meeting.

He had so many names to remember that he had Gwen make him a list to try and remember them all. He had put a little dash next to the ones that had already arrived and crossed out the ones that had sent their deepest apologies, which he was most grateful for.

He stood up straight before he gave two sharp knocks. He entered when instructed.

"I am dreadfully sorry that I couldn't greet you this morning. It has been mayhem over the last few days. I will be glad when this is all over." Merlin said once he was in the middle of the room.

"My father would love this sort of fuss. He has been planning my wedding for a while. He is a good host. Shame I cannot find anyone to marry." She said from her place at the vanity.

"I am sorry to hear that Milady."

"Mithian, if you wouldn't mind. We are of the same class."

Merlin smiled at her. "Only a couple of years ago you wouldn't have been saying that."

"I find that it is usually best to keep the past in the past. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Some things yes but others sometimes need to be unearthed. I wouldn't be where I stand without the past."

"And for a former peasant you are well spoken." She said as she got up.

"Well I have had the finest teachers, plus it is something that you do pick up just being around the higher classes."

She stood in front of him. "Shame it is your wedding that we are attending."

Merlin was slightly stunned by what she had said. It took him a few moments to think of something to say. "I am sure that you will enjoy your stay. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask. I am sure that we can cater for most needs. I will leave you now." He turned and walked out the chambers.

He bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited. He could tell that Arthur wanted to tell him to stop but he knew that he wouldn't listen. He was nervous. His mother had already told him that it was a good thing. She would be nervous if he wasn't. It meant he was making the right choice.

He stopped when he heard the doors open and it took him a while to build up the courage to look back at her. He already knew that she would look beautiful. He just wondered what a girl like her was doing with a guy like him.

He turned back and she took his breath away. Yes he had made the right choice. Seeing the smile on her face made him smile and stopped the jitters. Merlin held his hand out to her as she reached him.

"We are here today to witness the marriage of Merlin Eorðdraca, the first of his name, King of Camelot to Lady Morgana Le Fay, daughter of Gorlois Le Fay."

"My name doesn't seem as impressive next to yours." She whispered to him.

"Well not long now you will be Morgana Eorðdraca, the first of your name, Queen of Camelot." He whispered back.

"I would like that."

"Like I said, not long now."

And there she now was. Morgana Eorðdraca, the first of her name, Queen of Camelot. She had smiled widely through the ceremony and managed to smile even wider when she took her place next to Merlin.

This was where she belonged. This was where they belonged. It may have been nice to run off with the druids but it would have never lasted like this would.

"I only want to say a few words. I hear that Arthur has quite a speech prepared to which I believe that I am not going to enjoy at all. There has been so much change to my life over the last few years. There are some things that I wished that I had done differently but there is more things that I would keep the same. The main one being falling for Morgana."

He turned to her. "You keep me in line. You aren't afraid to tell me when I am being an idiot … which seems to be a lot of the time. You are kind and compassionate and well those are the few things that made me fall in love with you. Maybe this is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me and thank you for becoming my wife. If anyone knows the hardships to come, it would be you. So please join me in raising you glasses to my wife, and now with a more impressive name, Morgana Eorðdraca, the first of her name, Queen of Camelot."

She smiled up at him and pecked his cheek after he had sat down.

When he saw the servant gave him the parchment, he knew that something was up. The servant had said that it was a note from King Gormause. Now he knew that he was bad at remembering names but he was certain that there was no King Gormause on the long list of invitees. He would definitely remember a name that weird. However in saying that, most name weren't that simple.

He looked around and saw his wife talking to Gwen. He smiled at the fact that she was now his wife.

Merlin quickly slipped out of the hall and walked into the nearest alcove. He had to read it. He had to know who it could have been from.

The first clue that it was from a she rather than a he was the presentation of the letter and the way it was written. It just looked to delicate for it to have been written by a man.

The second clue that it was more than likely from Morgause was the content. The contents of the letter was clear. He told him that he wouldn't last and that the seeds for his destruction had been sown.

He quickly folded it back up and placed it in his jacket. He would find some hiding place for it later. He couldn't allow Morgana to see it. She would only worry.

He straightened his clothes before returning to the party.