Awwww we reached the armorious end here... i'm so sad and happy for it i dreamed of this epilogue since chapter 1, even if i had no idea how it would turn out in between lol so here it is, thank you very much for sticking with me :D

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Epilogue

The new Albion

The brand new city was echoing with the chorus across it, the happy bells signaling the significance of the day and the people in the ornamented streets of the capital gathering close to the center of it for the Royals who were to arrive.

The Palace of Alba was the jewel of the city, the seven flags of the nations and the crimson-purple Union flag with the Sun and Moon on the background and the Golden Dragon on the front, weaving. High towers, beautiful colors of white and many windows before a magnificent garden of roses and all kinds of plants showed the beauty and taste of the High Kingship.

Within the palace and more precisely, within the royal chambers of the Royals, the atmosphere was more than celebratory…

'Arthur…' Morgana moaned as she tried to hold herself perched on her vanity's top, her royal purple dress with golden details, hooked up to her waist as her husband and king remained between her legs that were wrapped around his waist, his arms around his beautiful wife as they made love.

'Morgana…' Arthur whispered in his own royal clothes, all traditional crimson red and gold, only their crowns were missing from their heads as they had been abandoned on the bed behind them. Arthur felt his wife was close so he made sure with his skillful fingers to make her reach her peak first, screaming out his name in ecstasy before he could follow her in Heaven himself. They remained hugged and warm, the royal chambers suddenly filled only with the celebratory noise from outside and the smell of morning encounters between lovers.

'Now we're late for sure…' Morgana whispered and finally pushed her husband and moved away from the vanity on unsteady legs, she turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. 'Nimueh will kill us if we're late for the ritual, damn it…' she whispered as she tried to wipe away the light layer of sweat on her forehead and fix her make-up. Arthur was only grinning cockily from behind as he rearranged his breeches and royal cloak, jingling all the way with his insignias pinned on his clothes. 'Stop grinning, this is your fault…' Morgana commanded as she looked at him through the mirror, he shrugged and moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck softly.

'I'm not the one with the raging hormones, love…' he whispered in a husky tone as his hands caressed her still flat belly.

'You're the one exploiting every such hormonal outburst… you're partly in blame.' She whispered back, feeling her body excited again, her brain interfered and she broke their lock. 'The ritual…' she whispered, reminding to both.

'I do hate it when religion gets between us…' Arthur said with humor and Morgana chuckled as she moved close to the bed and took his crown first, she turned around and his grin faded into a smile. 'Do the honors? I always put it somehow crossed…' Arthur said and she smiled and nodded.

She placed the crown upon his head, the heavy metallic ring of the High kingship with the ruby of Camelot, the Amethyst of Avalon, the Citrine of Mora and the rest of the stones symbolizing the other four kingdoms were on, suiting him like it would do no other man. The more delicate version of it for the queen was taken to his hands and he smiled as he placed it upon her own head, only hers had a small sign of the triple goddess around the Amethyst on the right of the central ruby and the sign of the god around the Citrine on the ruby's left. Her hair was up in a bun so he made sure it wouldn't pain her on its base. 'You look great, my queen.' Arthur whispered as he took in her sight. Beautiful jewels on her pale skin, her emerald green eyes shining with happiness, her dress showed all the right bits he was the one to enjoy, she was a goddess.

'High Queen,' she corrected him with a chuckle and he grinned and kissed her lips. 'We better be going. She must be waiting for us.' She added after their kiss was broken and Arthur nodded as he offered his arm for her to take. The couple left their rooms together.

'And you know, my dearest Prince, you were to be born in glory, I had seen you in my dreams, like a whisper of light in the darkness…

The royal womb with a Fay's blood will bear, The King's Perfect Son, The Son who will unite the Realm Like no other Man, His Parents will be: the Beautiful Fay and the Powerful King… for you were to be the son of the Royals, the Fay and the Dragon, you, dearest Mordred are to be the greatest…' Nimueh was saying as she held the three year old on her lap, her crimson dress making the perfect contrast with the boy's blue clothes. The boy didn't pay much attention to his Godmother's words as he desperately tried to pull at her braids and earrings, all the while squealing and laughing as Nimueh stopped him by tickling him. His father's blue eyes and Morgana's raven hair showing prominent by both his parent's fair skin on the beautiful boy. 'And now your mother is to give us another reason to rejoice… a little girl…. A priestess for the Isle who sees days of glory anew…' Nimueh mused and smiled at the women surrounding her and the boy in the main living room of the palace.

The doors opened by two guards and the King and Queen entered it by each other's arms, both smiling at the Priestess with their son in her arms. Nimueh stood up, still holding Mordred and moved closer to greet both.

'You're late…' Nimueh pointed out before Morgana or Arthur could kiss her cheeks in greeting and her blue eyes looked right through them and any kind of excuses they were about to give… they almost blushed and shrugged off her words as Arthur took Mordred in his arms and Morgana kissed the sorceresses first.

'I hope your journey was good… it's amazing you could make it, Mordred misses his Guardian.' Morgana said and Nimueh smiled as she greeted Arthur as well and run her fingers in Mordred's hair.

'The journey was good, you should visit the Isle for the Beltane… it will be a great time for the Priestesses and Priests to see the High King and Queen of Albion.' Nimueh said and smiled at her fellow sister in magic. 'And it's more than my pleasure to be here for the little one's birthday, how could I not?' she added and the proud parents smiled and nodded. 'But I haven't seen Merlin, I would have expected him to be around...' Nimueh said and Arthur and Morgana's smiled almost dropped.

'Well he couldn't make it this time, he decided to go to Lothian to give our respects and happiness for the birth of Lord Gaheris' son.' Arthur finally replied in a lie over his friend's absence. Nimueh only nodded even if no one of the trio had been fooled. Even if things now were glorious for the united Albion, it had been a long way to get to that point.

After the fall of Uther and Morgause in the Clear Day, the death of Lot, Merrick and Cenred and the rise of Nimueh, it had been chaos across the kingdom. There hadn't been many people who missed Uther, on the contrary, people in Camelot and more in Caerleon rejoiced after the fall of the tyrant and at the same time saw Arthur with hope who had united with a sorceress. Thousands revealed their true magical identity and even more around the rest of the kingdoms. Yet there had been riots all over the realm, Lothian was trying to take over, greedy as their dead king. Mercia was aggravated and scared of the new Heirs and Escetia wasn't backing down after the death of Cenred. Yet it was easy to take the country under the High Kingship as Cenred's cousins and relatives almost killed each other to the last as to take a throne that was no more. The remaining relatives came out of their family war powerless and tired so they bended the knee to the new King and Queen.

Gaheris of Lothian had been proven wiser than his father however, after the revelation of how many magical people his own kingdom had, he decided to give in to the High King and Queen and in exchange he would be having the power of the palace in any time and the majority of the northern boundaries against the Saxons, giving him half the magical people that entered the new-formed army helped matters. Mercia had been easy to give its loyalty as the people wished for a good king with the prospect of an heir and Mercia found days of glory as part of Albion.

Arthur and Morgana, helped by Nimueh, started anew with the realm united under their crowns. The capital of the High Kingdom was built upon the triple border of Camelot, Caerleon and the sea that connected these two with Mora, Avalon and the little Isle of the Blessed, where Nimueh rebuilt the castle of the priestesses. Alba was a beautiful city built within two years by magic and the best of technicians, not as strict as Camelot, yet not as island fashioned as the Isles, it was modern with a new library, new hospitals, the Elizabethan Cathedral for the Christians and the Temple of the Gods for the believers of the Religion of the Goddess. The Castle was in the middle of it, like a star radiating power across the city.

Hospitals across the country had hired magical people as doctors, saving more lives and people of magical illness that before would die of "unidentified causes". The rest of Europe had accepted the new Royals and the countries across the sea hoped for alliances now that the realm wasn't pledged with wars within it.

The Saxons had been another problem, arose mare weeks after the formation of the new realm yet they hadn't expected the reformation of the army so quickly, nor the numbers of magical people in it. After they were pushed away for good, Arthur, Gaheris and Morgana agreed on having the Druids as generals of the army across the realm, taking care of the borders and helping in times of need from then on.

Finally the problem that had truly troubled the couple of royals had been the punishment for Uther and Morgause. Their crimes might had been severe but no one wished for Arthur to kill his father like no one wished to see Morgause dead by the hand of her baby sister. After consideration the couple had ended up with the best punishment that wouldn't kill them but would satisfy the fallen leaders' enemies and would satisfy Nimueh who had suffered because of them.

Uther was no imprisoned in Mora, surrounded by magical people who loved Morgana more than anyone else since she had been the daughter of their beloved Lord Gorlois, the same lord Uther had abandoned in time of battle… While Morgause was imprisoned in the same castle's jail Nimueh had been imprisoned in Caerleon, the kingdom that adored Arthur more than anyone else because of Igraine, the woman Morgause kept silent upon her death and instead of helping Nimueh, she agreed on her imprisonment as to take her title… With that kind of arrangement for the Fallen Leaders, as they had remained in everyone's memory, they wouldn't have any way of making some treachery against the Couple and they would enjoy a taste of their own medicine for the rest of their lives.

Uther and Morgause had been sorted but that only was because Arthur and Morgana took care of them. Gaius had been murdered by Nimueh for his own treachery against her in the time of need. When Igraine had died, Uther had unleashed the Purge starting with Nimueh who kept her beliefs; Gaius however had turned his cloak to his religion and had remained at court as a councilor, betraying the Isle, the Religion and Nimueh herself. Arthur and Morgana hadn't expected her to kill him that time in the castle but they couldn't have done something about it as at the time, they were fighting against their own blood for their life. No matter the circumstances, Merlin had lost a man who had been like a father to him and for that, he never forgave Nimueh even if he stood by Arthur's side and helped him reform things for the benefit of magical people along Morgana. He had even accepted to be the Godfather and one of the Four Guardians of Mordred along Nimueh, Lady Guinevere and finally Sir Lancelot who always was a good friend of Arthur's as well.

'Well then I suppose he will return soon and in safety.' Nimueh finally said and pulled everyone out of the awkward silence as they smiled and focused on little Mordred who was stretching his arms for Morgana's embrace. The queen took him in her arms and kissed his forehead as a servant brought the little crown for the prince, Arthur helped it on the boy's head while Morgana kept him busy with her lips on his soft cheek.

'Your Majesties, we're all set.' Ser Gwaine of the Albionian Guard said, his golden cloak's color had been chosen by Morgana who wished for the color both she and Arthur had in common to dress their Guard. Arthur smiled at Gwaine's formality before the Priestess, the entire realm knew of his crush on Nimueh ever since he set eyes on her in the Clear Day and ever since he had sworn, promised, hoped and wished for her to spare her at least one suggestive glance but the Priestess seemed oblivious and only interested in the welfare of the King, Queen and Prince to notice.

'Thank you, ser Gwaine, would you be kind to escort the Priestess while we take our son so we can start?' Morgana tried and Gwaine, if not so shocked at the chance that arose, who would have nudged Morgana, kiss both her cheeks and tell her how much of an amazing queen she was to grand him that. Arthur grinned as he watched the knight escort the Priestess who only smiled at him sweetly and he drooled.

'Shall we, my High Queen?' Arthur asked and Morgana smiled and nodded her head as she rearranged Mordred in her arms. In their way out, the couple met with the rest of the Knights and Lady Guinevere who smiled and greeted her friends less formally even in the presence of Nimueh, kissing Morgana on the cheeks and hugging Arthur before she could run her fingers up to Mordred's neck and tickle him as the toddler liked. Guinevere's swollen belly showed that Mordred would soon have company to play.

'How are you doing, Gwen? We've lost you for the past days…' Morgana said with a hint of tease as Arthur moved closer to his knights while everyone waited for the Guard's signal to move outside and get in the procession. Guinevere blushed and chuckled.

'Well since my husband had some days off thanks to your husband… we thought of spending them away, I never expected the countries across the Narrow Sea would be so beautiful.

'Oh I'm so jealous…' Morgana complained and Gwen nudged her friend playfully.

'Well soon you will be all swollen and sensitive again and I'm sure Arthur will give in to your desires for a small trip.' Gwen said and Morgana looked at her shocked.

'You know? Only Nimueh knows and that because she saw it in a dream even before I could realize I would be late.' Morgana said and Gwen chuckled this time and wrinkled her nose.

'Well anyone in a radius of two hundred feet from your bedroom can figure out your hormones are striking again, Morgana… we all remember the sleepless nights we all spent because of you and Arthur…' Gwen said and this time Morgana blushed as crimson as Arthur's royal cloak and she even tried to shield Mordred's ears in vain as the toddler only tried to reach her crown that was all sparkly and beautiful in his eyes.

'Oh my God…' Morgana finally said in a weak voice of embarrassment as Gwen chuckled and nodded.

'We better be going…' Gwen finally suggested to give an end to the admittedly entertaining embarrassment of her dear friend.

The crowds outside the palace erupted in thunderous cheers the moment the Priestess showed up, followed by the Royal Family who smiled from the distance and Arthur waved at the crowds as Morgana held Mordred. Among the entire procession, there were two carriages and two groups of horsemen on their stallions to escort them. Before the carriages, there were Ser Leon, Ser Percival and Ser Gwaine. In the first carriage the Royal Family would be on, in the second carriage the two of the Four Guardians would be sat, Lady Guinevere and Nimueh and on the back, Ser Lancelot who had chosen to have his horse, Ser Elian and Ser Kay were on their horses.

The Family reached their carriage and Arthur took Mordred in his own arms, moved up in it first and then helped Morgana on and next to him with their son on his knee, the family was ready for the day's events. First the procession would pass by the Cathedral to take the Christian blessing for their son. Then they would reach the temple of the Gods for the priests of the Capital to give their own blessings. They would make the circle of the Capital, passing by every momentum built in honor of the past and present as the Statue of Igraine the Gentle, the Four Guardian's statues, Albion's Seven, the Fay's love that portrayed Gorlois and Vivienne and finally they would return to the Palace of Alba to host a party for their son's birthday and reveal the secret that was to make everyone in Albion rejoice. Queen Morgana was expecting the couple's first daughter, Princess Morgane of Albion.

The people waved mini versions of the realm's various flags as the procession passed them by in slow speed. Morgana and Arthur waved with one hand at their people and little Mordred waved with both, overwhelmed by the noise and colors around him. People rained the path of the procession with flower petals and ribbons, called out wishes of prosperity and welfare for their monarchs and it was time like this that both Arthur and Morgana knew they had done the right thing. Arthur took her hand in his as Mordred stood on his own between his dad's legs so he could support himself and keep waving at their people.

The whole tour across the capital lasted for about an hour with the two small stops and them passing by from all the momentums, when they passed by Igraine's statue, Albion's Seven and the Fay's Love, Morgana would place her hand above her heart while Arthur would give the military gesture of respect with the tips of his fingers touching his temple, giving the appropriate attention to the momentums of their lost ancestors and the Seven Nations.

They reached the palace again and the couple before they could procedure with the ball and the announcement, moved to the main balcony of the palace, facing the gardens and the crowds. Mordred was with them in Arthur's arms as they waved to their people once again. Morgana felt as if it was a century ago when she was a step behind Morgause while she was being crowned the new Queen of Avalon, a crown that belonged to Morgana, along all seven crowns of Albion. Now she smiled as she wore the symbol of the High Queen and waved at her people who lived under no fear of their nature and possible war, it was all in the past.

Morgana felt Arthur's eyes on her and turned her head, the two royals looked at each other, focusing only on each other's eyes through the overwhelming colors and noise as seven F16s flew in formation above the palace in a swirl of Albionian colors in their wake.

'We did well, didn't we, my love?' Arthur wondered and Morgana squeezed his hand in hers.

'I think we did splendidly, and so he and Morgane and the rest will do,' Morgana replied as he leaned down and she accepted his lips in a sweet kiss that had the crowds in frenzy and the two royals smiling against each other's lips.

END

sooo? i hope you liked it guys, please review for one last time here and tell me what u think over the new kingdom, the capital, little mordred, Merlin, Nimueh the punishment Armor gave to Uther/Morgause and of course Armor as a couple...

yes i watched the royal wedding in 2011's April and loved every detal lol many of the ideas here were taken from what i saw from tv hehe

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