Merlin gapes as he looks at Gwen. She looks stunning in a purple gown with gold embroidery. With her hair let loose around her shoulders, face enhanced with a minimum of make up, Guinevere looks absolutely beautiful.
Arthur elbows Merlin.
Merlin turns towards Arthur, blushing at being caught.
“What are you looking at?” Arthur asks, arching his brow.
“Hmm … just admiring her beauty.”
“Well, I hope you remember to whom she belongs,” Arthur...
Arthur is standing at the front of the throne room. He is waiting, and he is not alone. The throne room is filled to capacity with courtiers, knights, servants, and commoners. There are flowers, ribbons and bunting in abundance, and the room has never looked more festive. He waits, barely noticing his surroundings. His attention is fixed on the large set of doors at the back of the room. To the casual observer, the young king appears calm. Merlin, Arthur’s trusted servant and closest friend, knows otherwise. He sees Arthur’s tapping foot, his...