What Is The Connection Between Arthur And Guinevere's Marriage
Merlin had become an expert at concealing his feelings. However, today, at Arthur and Guinevere’s wedding, it grew difficult to suppress the pain and yearning that gnawed at his insides.
It was a foregone conclusion that Arthur would wed Guinevere, and Merlin had accepted their inevitable union long ago. Why, then, had the pain grown so intolerable? Perhaps it was the finality of it all, the fact that Arthur and Guinevere would share a name and a bed and be linked by an irrevocable bond from this day forth.
Standing among his friends and wedding guests in the Great Hall, Merlin forced himself to smile as Arthur proceeded down the aisle toward the altar. Merlin drank in the welcome vision of Arthur’s powerful body and basked in the king’s
charismatic aura. Suppressing a chuckle, Merlin recalled how intensely he’d disliked Arthur at first. He’d found the young prince to be arrogant, selfish, even childish. But that cocky façade had fallen away with time and maturity. Beneath it all, Arthur possessed a heart of gold, and Merlin had grown to feel nothing but admiration for the man. Eventually, that admiration had turned to love.
Merlin had kept his abiding love for Arthur a secret for years now, and that was how it must be. Destiny dictated that Arthur and Guinevere would wed, and Merlin could not interfere in that which was ordained.
Still, what was Merlin’s destiny when it came to love? That remained unknown.
With a mixture of pain and pride, Merlin watched Arthur and Guinevere exchange vows, then kiss. Merlin understood he needed to move on, but how, when his beloved, Arthur, would always remain a few paces away, agonizingly close, yet just out of reach?
The ceremony ended. Arthur and Guinevere strode back down the aisle, hand in hand, grinning, their eyes shining with wedded bliss. As they passed Merlin, Guinevere blew Merlin a kiss, and Arthur winked.
Merlin gave them a wistful half-smile. Though it might take a while, Merlin would find happiness in their joy. He would carry on.
It was a foregone conclusion that Arthur would wed Guinevere, and Merlin had accepted their inevitable union long ago. Why, then, had the pain grown so intolerable? Perhaps it was the finality of it all, the fact that Arthur and Guinevere would share a name and a bed and be linked by an irrevocable bond from this day forth.
Standing among his friends and wedding guests in the Great Hall, Merlin forced himself to smile as Arthur proceeded down the aisle toward the altar. Merlin drank in the welcome vision of Arthur’s powerful body and basked in the king’s
charismatic aura. Suppressing a chuckle, Merlin recalled how intensely he’d disliked Arthur at first. He’d found the young prince to be arrogant, selfish, even childish. But that cocky façade had fallen away with time and maturity. Beneath it all, Arthur possessed a heart of gold, and Merlin had grown to feel nothing but admiration for the man. Eventually, that admiration had turned to love.
Merlin had kept his abiding love for Arthur a secret for years now, and that was how it must be. Destiny dictated that Arthur and Guinevere would wed, and Merlin could not interfere in that which was ordained.
Still, what was Merlin’s destiny when it came to love? That remained unknown.
With a mixture of pain and pride, Merlin watched Arthur and Guinevere exchange vows, then kiss. Merlin understood he needed to move on, but how, when his beloved, Arthur, would always remain a few paces away, agonizingly close, yet just out of reach?
The ceremony ended. Arthur and Guinevere strode back down the aisle, hand in hand, grinning, their eyes shining with wedded bliss. As they passed Merlin, Guinevere blew Merlin a kiss, and Arthur winked.
Merlin gave them a wistful half-smile. Though it might take a while, Merlin would find happiness in their joy. He would carry on.