The twittering lights, the flurry of ladies skirts, the soft hum of incessant chatter reminded me so much of the festivities after Arthur became King.

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"Stand, noble people, I hope to serve you as you have done my father."
The crown had been lowered carefully onto Arthur's blonde head. He hid it well, but I could see plainly the nervous glint in his eyes, almost hear the thudding of the butterflies constricted in his stomach. To be fair, I was feeling that way too. The priest hesitantly walked around the back of Arthur and retrieved the other crown from its pillow, I braced myself. Arthur looked over at me from his red plush throne and winked. I breathed in a deep breath and waited... And waited… And waited.
After what felt like hours but I knew was only a few short seconds, the priest gingerly rested the cold metal onto my head. My curls did nothing to ward off the freeze of the silver, and I shivered slightly as I felt it touch the top of my forehead.
My fears and doubts washed away swiftly as I saw from the corner of my eye Arthur's breath taking smile. His eyes gushed with pride and exultation that lingered in his blue eyes for a moment, and then made way for something much more beautiful- love.
Less than a second later, everyone in the room were clapping and even gushing with happiness themselves as the priest announced Camelot's new King and Queen. One particular person caught mine and Arthur's attention- Merlin, standing at the back of the room with Gaius, clapping and beaming at the sight before him. I blushed bright red and smiled knowingly at Gaius, he simply shook his head in exasperation at Merlin's joy and winked at me affectionately.
Another second had passed and Arthur took hold of my right hand in his left, and looked me in the eyes. The clapping stopped and the chatter quietened.
"By the sacred laws invested in me, I pronounce you Guinevere, Queen, of Camelot." Tightening his grip in my hand, Arthur pulled me effortlessly from the chair and presented me to the people crowded in the room.
Another round of clapping ensued, and I did my best to ignore the few royals that looked at both Arthur and I in disgust. It turned out to be quite easy, once I realised Arthur was again looking at me, I looked back into his eyes and forgot the people around me. All I saw was his beautiful eyes boring in mine, the slight twitch of a smile that threatened to break across his face. I lived for those smiles; the rarity that was them brought great happiness to everyone in a ten metre radius of him. So, focusing on him, the flickering lights flared behind him and framed his face beautifully.
He was my King, and now, I was his Queen.
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Seeing all of it now, a wonderful sense of contentment flooded over me. My eyes met Arthur's and from what I could see, he was thinking the same thing.

As usual, once we'd made ourselves known in the hall, everybody dropped their heads, fixing their eyes to the floor and the women stood low in a curtsy. My content turned to discomfort, and Arthur patted my hand sympathetically obviously sensing it. I suppose it wasn't hard to tell, my cheeks had reddened a deep crimson and my knees threatened to run me to the nearest person and ask them to stand up. But Arthur had once told me it was only expected, and that it had been done for thousands of years prior. I told him I would have that changed, and he'd given me a small smile and a kiss to the cheek.

My eyes scanned the room, and just happened to rest on the little Guinevere. Dropped in a curtsy behind her, a reasonably young woman with thick chestnut waves of hair cascading down her back hesitantly raised her eyes to mine. I gasped, the young beauty was Elaine.

Can anyone guess who little Gwen's father is?
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x, Isabella.