Becoming One | Arthur and Elena
It had all felt like a dream. An odd, odd dream where she watched herself marry the prince of Camelot, Arthur. It all felt surreal, even as she walked alongside Arthur to his, their chambers- her heart thumping and cheeks red as his cloak. It seemed impossible to go from the sereneness and utter comfort she had felt from Gaius' potion to the wracking nerves she had felt before the wedding. The sight of Lord Godwyn's pride and happiness had been enough to push the princess through the ceremony. After, it had all been a blur of people, toasts, and music. She had felt so amazing, so free but it had all come crashing down on her the moment reality returned to her. Elena had been wed. Elena was now Arthur's wife. She was his wife, and his princess.
The thought alone was enough to drain the red stain on her cheeks. She hardly knew Camelot. She hardly knew the man. She hardly knew herself. Now she was to give herself to the kingdom, to him and she loved neither.
Now the beautiful gown she had been cloaked in weighed on her. Though strangely enough, not once did she trip or stumble through the halls. A tentative gaze towards her new husband did not reveal the storm within her. For once, she had no problem hiding her true sentiments, though the paleness of her features would prove otherwise. ❝Are we... almost to your-our chambers?❞
