~THREE WEEKS LATER~
The double doors leading to the crowded main hall opened gracefully. The dress I wore, long and a beautiful shade of blue, trailed behind me as I made my way down the aisle. I could feel my hair, hanging heavy down my back, brushing the exposed skin there. I walked with grace and poise, the way Reyna and I had practiced.
The room was filled with people from all walks of life: humans, Elves, Warlocks, Witches, kings, queens, princesses, fairies. This was the day the people of Avalon had been waiting a long time for—second only to the day I returned summer to the Five Kingdoms.
Every seat was filled as they all watched me make my way to Reyna, who stood on the nicely decorate platform made of white painted wood with blossoming light pink flowers adorning it. Her expression was unmoved, but her eyes assured me I was doing fine. Behind her on the platform, was a single, tall chair made of gold and a deep blue colored cushioning. Its design was intricate and Reyna had informed me that the fairies made it especially for me.
As I walked, I caught the gaze of my mother—face wet with tears—smiling as she held onto Thom's hand tightly. After we brought Mom home, she and Thom seemed to realize fighting their feelings for each other was ridiculous and they had been together ever since. I was happy for them, I really was, but seeing my Mom and the only father I'd ever known make out like teenagers was traumatizing. Thom gave me a wink when our eyes met and I couldn't help but crack a smile.
Eir stood regally beside Aengus, both of them looking on at me in pride. Eir's hair—like the sky at dawn—was pushed back, so you really got a good look at her infinitely beautiful face. A face that Reyna's eyes kept darting back to when she thought no one was looking. The two of them were dressed in a light armor, Eir's flaming sword attached to her back while Aengus kept his at his hip. Bryce, Rubrae and the others filled up the rows as well, all of their chests swelling with joy as they watched me.
Arthur, Guinevere, Mordred and the knights were there, too. Arthur gave me a thumbs up when our eyes met and I almost burst out laughing by how not king-like that was. Mordred's eyes softened when my eyes grazed in his direction and he gave a mocking bow which made me smile even more.
And last but not least, Merlin stood, leaning against the wall at the far end of the room. His sharp eyes gazing at me in approval. If I'm being honest, I'd felt his gaze the moment I walked in. Merlin had kept the promise he'd make to me the night before the battle. After we returned the Five Kingdoms back to their former glory, Merlin began actively pursuing me—much to Mordred's dismay. It had been a whirlwind three weeks between both Merlin and Mordred Hell bent on courting me.
As my eyes met his, a flush spread along the back of my neck to my cheeks. A warm shiver made its way down my spine, rocking from the crown of my head to the very tips of my toes. Damn Merlin for telling me how he felt, now every time our gaze met I started sweating like a sinner in church.
Finally, I made it to the platform I knelt down before Reyna who stood tall before me. Looking me straight in the eye, she spoke.
"Lucinda, daughter of Purest blood and savior of the Five Kingdoms—savior of Avalon—do you solemnly swear to love the people of Avalon as though they are of your own blood?"
"I do." There was no hesitance, only truth in my voice.
"Do you swear to be a shield between your people and anyone who means them harm?"
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Savior of AvalonFantasy
Lucinda's life has always been lived in secrecy. For as long as she can remember, she has been shut off from the world, never staying in one place for too long. Her mother constantly moving her from one place to the next, never staying long enough...