New Unions

-Artie-

I looked at myself in the looking glass before me. It was slightly blurry, so I lent forward and squinted. I looked handsome, like a true Prince. My robes were a dark green and my crown sat atop my head, gleaming in the morning light. Today was my wedding, I was to be betrothed to Princess Guinevere of Carmelide, and I was rather excited. She was beautiful, and she was to be mine. My manservant Kurt continued to dress me, strapping my belt on, with my sword and my smelling pouch, which contained orange rinds. I inhaled the smell deeply and smiled. Today was a good day. I shooed Kurt away and walked downstairs to greet my father.

'Ah, Arthur. The ceremoy begins in 20 minutes, go to the throne room, is Rory ready to be your best man?'

'Aye, but tis a shame that Santana has not yet returned from the expediton. Is there any news from Lunatog?'

'I would not worry son, Lancelot is a brave fighter and very cunning, I'm sure she will return in the next few days, I heard that the seige was successful and that they are on their way. So put it out of mind and enjoy your wedding.'

'Aye father, I shall.' I bowed my head and headed to the throne room which was already filled with nobles from both Kingdoms. I stood at the front of the room with the priest and Rory talking softly to them. The truth was I was worried about Santana, it was her first expedition and I truly worried that something bad would happen, I knew what men were like on the roads, and although I have no doubt she could deal with any problems I was still nervous, the fact that they were successful was a relief, but how many were lost?

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-Brittany-

I had finally stopped crying and I looked at my reflection in the looking glass, I looked beautiful, but I was unhappy. This was not how it was meant to be. I was meant to fall in love and then grow old with that person, the both of us to be happy for the rest of our lives, with a family. I fought back tears again.

'Miss Leodegrance?' I heard a shrill voice ask. I turned to face it. It was Rachel.

'Yes?' I asked taking a deep breath so that I did not cry again.

'Are you ready? Everyone is waiting, your father is just outside and is just as nervous as you are, he is pacing.'

I gulped then taking one final deep breath I nodded following Rachel. I hugged my father who smiled proudly at me, looking at the large wooden doors in front of me I felt really faint, I did not want to go inside, I would have to leave my old life behind. To become a wife and a Queen. Excuse my french, but fuck. I heard the trumpets play a fanfare, as my father linked my arm with his. Then the doors opened.

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-Santana-

We arrived at Camelot in the early evening, the sun was just setting over the mountain side and soft music was drifting from inside the castle walls. Puck and Agrafinn had come back with us along with a young knight named Blaine and Pucks youngest brother Gawain, who preferred to be called Sam. We had three casualties and only one fatality, a knight named Azimio. The three casualties were the only others that rode with us, David Karofsky, who has lost 3 fingers in his right hand, Joe Hart, who was stabbed in the shoulder and Ricorn Nelson, (Also known as The Stick for his gangly-ness and jousting skills) who had fallen ill to infection to a small leg wound. We were only a small band of fighters but we were the best in the Kingdom and hopefully our victory would please Uther.

'Puck, what day is it?' I asked as we drew closer.

'It be Saturday Miss, 3 weeks after we first set out. Why?' After fighting alongside me Mordred Puckerman had grown to respect me when I had saved his life on a few occasions, much to his brothers' amusement, they had teased him about it many times at first, until we were ambushed just outside Mathertai, in the forest and I had to save their lives too.

'Today is the wedding between the Prince and his bride, what say we join the festivities?'

There was a chorus of cheers, including the ones from the wounded. I chuckled and we all made our way inside, as we walked through the city a group of peasants followed us, cheering. Young children ran alongside our horses miming sword fights, young maidens offered flowers and tokens of fabric to the knights they deemed the most handsome, it was funny how I recieved the most. We took the wounded to the infirmary where the palace physician, an older woman by the name of Beiste, took them to beds and started to heal them. We then made our way to the dining hall, where upon our entrance there was a fanfare and the whole room went silent and stared at the dishevelled, dirty, Knights in the doorway.

'Lancelot!' Artie called as he made his way through the crowd. He pulled me into a tight hug and then smiled goofily at me. 'You have returned! I heard of your victory, are you well after your travels?'

'Aye Sire, I hear you are married today, that be a tougher challenge than a few Lunatogians.' The room erupted into laughter as people made their way to greet and congratulate us. I walked over to Uther.

'Santana,' he said pulling me into a hug. 'How did you fare? What of the injured?'

'We lost only one your highness, Sir Azimio, I sent a messenger into the town to inform his family, we brought his body back so he can have a proper burial.' I bowed gravely. 'Apart from that, Sirs Karofsky, Hart and The Stick were injured but not fatally, they will recover. They are with Beiste.'

'Aye. Well done Lance, you have fought valiantly. Tomorrow a celebration in your honour, but for now, please enjoy. My Arthur is finally betrothed, I suggest you meet his wife, she is very beautiful.'

I nodded and smiled. 'Thank you Sire, I will find Arthur now.' I bowed and left, only to be met by another bone crushing hug from Artie.

'Lance, I wish for you to meet my wife, Guinevere. Gwen?' He called to a tall blonde behind him, she turned and I swear I stopped breathing. She was stunning. Her hair was up but still I could tell it was very long when it was down. Her eyes were bluer than the sea, and I felt that if I looked into them I would drown, she was tall and skinny and she made my heart skip several beats. She walked over and Artie put his arms around her. 'Gwen, please meet my best friend, Santana Lancelot. Santana, this is my wife, Princess Guinevere Brittany Pendragon of Camelot.'

I bowed and took her hand pressing a soft kiss to it. I saw a blush creep up her cheeks as she smiled. That smile. I would give anything to make her smile again. 'M'lady. It is a pleasure to meet you at last, it is nice to meet the woman that will tame Artie and finally make an honest man of him.' Her smile grew as she curtsied and I could not help but return the smile.

'Charmed, I have heard so much about you already, Artie cannot seem to refrain from talking about the bravest fighter in all the land and one of the most good looking if they are anything to go by.' I saw her glance at the tokens tied around my bicep and raise an eybrow. I felt my cheeks grow hot as I too blushed, I was thankful for the dim lighting and my darker complexion so that they could not see.

'Tokens of gratitude from maidens m'lady, and I am sure Arthur is exagerrating about me, I am not even a Knight, merely a squire, but I thank you for your kind words. If you will both excuse me, I am weary from our travels, I shall retire to my chambers, M'lady, a pleasure, Artie, will I see you in the ring tomorrow?'

'Aye. Goodnight Santana. I will see you tomorrow.' He said bowing and turning away.

'Goodnight, Lancelot.' Guinevere said curtsying.

'Please call me Santana.'

'Okay, then please call me Brittany. I do not like Guinevere, far too formal.' She whispered and giggled infectiously. Artie was already talking to another nobleman and did not notice. 'Goodnight, Santana.'

'Goodnight Brittany.' I bowed and after saying my goodbyes to Puck, Agrafinn and Sam, who were all talking to ladies around the hall. While Blaine was talking to Arties manservant Kurt. I left.

I reached my bedchambers to be met by Quinn. 'You're safe!' She declared and ran into my arms. It made me uncomfortable.

'Aye, I am safe please do not leap upon me.' I pushed her away. 'Can you draw me a bath please, I am feeling worn out from my travels but wish to rid myself of this dirt before I rest.' She nodded and frowned obviously annoyed at my reaction. I did not care as I could not get a certain blonde from my head and it was not the one drawing my bath. I was confused, never before has a woman made me feel this way.

'Will you be wanting some company tonight?' Quinn asked ripping me from my thoughts of my best friends wife.

'No, thank you. I wish to be alone this evening. Perhaps tomorrow.' I got into my bath. 'Tomorrow morn I wish to be up early to train, can you have my robes and armour prepared?'

She nodded and left the room with my dirty garments, as I again thought about Brittany. She truly was the most beautiful maiden I had ever seen, her hair shone brighter than the sun and her eyes were bluer than the sky. I decided that azul was my new favourite colour. After my bath, I went to bed and dreamt of the most beautiful woman in all the land. Princess Guinevere Brittany Pendragon of Camelot.

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A/N Uh oh. Santana is falling for someone off limits. tut tut. But does Brittany feel the same way? hmm. Please review. Much love.

Gx