“Come to my side, Guinevere—”
The exquisite-looking youth’s golden hair was lifted by the wind, shining brilliantly in the sunlight.
The gentle smile overflowing on his face was like a breeze blowing over the prairie, or the warm clouds in the sky.
The sacred and noble King Arthur reached out and took the hand of his wife, who was dressed in a magnificent wedding gown.
The softness in her brows seemed capable of melting wind and snow, and that extremely warm gaze was like a stream of warmth flowing through her heart, giving Guinevere endless courage and strength at this moment.
The girl’s black hair was pinned up, revealing her fair and moving neck, with a few mischievous strands of hair falling from her ears.
She was absolutely the most beautiful bride, undeserving of anything less, far more radiant and elegant than any other woman.
At this moment, this beautiful girl was holding a delicate bouquet, stepping into the hall of marriage amidst the distant bells ringing simultaneously throughout the entire royal city.
The place where they held the wedding was the largest and most sacred church in Camelot.
The wedding was held there, and every brick carving and every detail in the church was crafted with extreme exquisiteness.
It had experienced the vicissitudes of a hundred years of history; every archway, arch wall, and every domed pillar interpreted the grandeur of the architecture for people, revealing a solemn beauty.
Guinevere raised her head, her eyes reflecting the appearance of her husband.
A smile bloomed quietly on her beautiful face involuntarily, like brilliant starlight or rippling autumn waters.
The King of Britain carefully led her wife’s hand up the steps, her expression focused and solemn, looking as if she were holding some rare treasure in her hand at this moment.
“Are you very nervous?” Artoria asked in a low voice.
“…Indeed, a little.”
The young queen looked sideways at her husband; her gentle and considerate inquiry dissipated some of the timidity in Guinevere’s heart.
“Do not be afraid, Guinevere, I will always be by your side.”
King Arthur tightened her grip on the soft hand in her own, her emerald-like eyes gazing at the girl for a long time, as if she were about to offer her entire soul to her wife, which caused Guinevere’s anxious mood to suddenly settle down.
This is my choice, this is my path, and this person before me is my husband; at this moment, she suddenly realized this profoundly.
As if lifting the veil covering her eyes, the sense of unreality that had never dissipated since Guinevere arrived in Britain completely disappeared.
Sure enough…, it is truly wonderful that I could come to King Arthur’s side.
Even though the king’s figure is somewhat slender, this does not diminish her dazzling radiance at all.
The fated King Arthur encountered the sword in the stone, and then, under the gaze of all, ushered in a new era.
However, because the King was too young when she drew the sword, she was cursed by the holy sword, causing her time to freeze.
From then on, she was favored by endless eternity, and she would never grow older due to the passage of time. Find the original chapter at novelping.com.
Guinevere was clearly aware of this, so she harbored no complaints about it.
Walking beside her wife, who remained oblivious and held endless expectations for the future, Artoria felt an immense weight in her heart.
The more happy and jubilant Guinevere appeared at this moment, the more guilty and self-reproachful she felt inside.
A handsome King and a beautiful Queen; a union of hero and beauty—what a fitting and match made in heaven they were.
As the resounding bells rang out, everyone stood up to see off the protagonists entering the church.
They were a newlywed couple about to spend their lives together.
If the blazing sun outside wasn’t bright enough, then the carpet beneath their feet was absolutely dazzling.
The bride was on her right, and the groom was on her left.
The Pope placed his hand upon the Bible and read the moving vows to the couple before him.
“Lord, we come before You to witness and bless this man and woman entering the sacred hall of marriage.
According to the Lord’s will, the two shall become one, honoring this wedding to remain together for a lifetime, until the end of time.”
After finishing, he turned to the bride before him and asked: “Guinevere, are you willing to take this man as your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him?
Whether in sickness or in health, or for any other reason, will you love him, care for him, respect him, accept him, and remain forever faithful to him until the end of your life?”
Guinevere composed herself.
She answered in a slow but firm tone: “I do.”
She looked at her husband, her eyes filled with shyness: “No matter how arduous or bumpy the future may be, I will always be with you and never part.”
Since King Arthur, who possessed noble character, had chosen Guinevere to be her Queen, she would fulfill her duty and spend this life together with her to build the glory of Britain.
Hearing the young girl’s firm vows in her ears, Artoria could not help but feel a bit dazed.
Regarding the sincerity contained within those vows, Artoria felt both sad and a trace of joy.
The Pope turned and asked King Arthur: “Arthur Pendragon, are you willing to take this woman as your wife and enter into a marriage contract with her?
Whether in sickness or in health, or for any other reason, will you love her, care for her, respect her, accept her, and remain forever faithful to her until the end of your life?”
Before her was her future wife.
From now on in this world, they would be inseparable, like two trees intertwined and growing together, becoming each other’s destiny for this life.
She had to do something, she had to say something; that was what Artoria thought.
“I do.”
Thus, Artoria took Guinevere’s hands and said: “I swear to you here, I give you my eternal loyalty and devotion.
From now on, whether in sorrow or joy, I will remain by your side and protect you forever.”
She gazed at her wife’s eyes with piety and earnestness, speaking her vows with conviction. Get faster updates on g.com.
This vow was absolutely true; it would remain valid forever and never fade, never changing even if the seas ran dry and the rocks crumbled.
Sharing life’s sweetness, spending life together; they would never be separated again.
The sunlight beneath the firmament shone into the sacred church.
Guinevere was somewhat mesmerized by King Arthur’s exquisite and handsome appearance.
In those eyes, which were like green lakes, there seemed to be the most brilliant radiance in the world, like a god descended to earth.
And at this very moment, this youthful King, who resembled a god, was gazing wholeheartedly at Guinevere alone with the most serious and gentle eyes.
She was special in her heart; she was deeply loved by her.
Guinevere could not help but let such thoughts rise in her heart.
Time was very slow, very long, but it also seemed very fast, very short.
Thus, she smiled at King Arthur, carrying an astonishing beauty that transcended her age.
In her eyes, it was as if a shooting star streaked across the night sky, reflecting green waves, azure like the sea.
It was just like a rose finally waiting for the sun, a bright light shining in the darkness.
It was a scene never seen before in this life; in the long night, there was a light within sight, just like an angel’s wings dispelling the dark clouds.
Guinevere’s expectation for the future was clearly visible; no one would have the heart to break that beautiful smile.
But—
The sense of guilt made her feel suffocated.
She, who should have been the girl’s lifelong support, was also about to push her into an abyss of despair.
King Arthur almost could not face her wife’s eyes; that joy made Artoria feel as if her heart was burning.
All sounds seemed to have faded away; it was as if only the two of them were left in the church, and even the whole world seemed small in their eyes.
Artoria seemed to hear the sound of birds flapping their wings, echoing in her heart along with the bells.
This grand wedding was celebrated by the whole country.
All the citizens were blessing the newlyweds who had joined in matrimony.
This highly anticipated and grand wedding celebration lasted for three full days.
From this point on, they became the most important person to each other.