Camelot buzzed with an unusual energy. The city, still scarred from the battles of the merger, found itself adorned with flowers and banners. Villagers worked alongside New-Inphel to prepare for the wedding, their efforts bringing a rare moment of unity and joy.
In the castle courtyard, a simple yet elegant altar had been constructed. Bandruí stood behind it, her fae guardians hovering around her like radiant fireflies. She adjusted her ceremonial robes, the faint glow of her sigil adding an ethereal touch.
Christopher paced nearby, nervously fidgeting with his tie. Dark Ant approached, dressed in a surprisingly sharp suit. His usual gruff demeanour softened as he smirked. "Relax, mate. You're only about to make the biggest mistake of your life."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head. "Thanks, Ant. That's exactly what I needed to hear."
"That's what I'm here for," Ant said, clapping him on the back.
As the sun dipped low, casting a golden glow over the courtyard, the music began. All eyes turned to the castle's grand staircase as Alora appeared, her gown a masterpiece of flowing white fabric interwoven with faintly glowing threads.
Arthur escorted her, his bearing regal yet warm. "You look radiant," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Alora smiled, her hand resting lightly on his arm. "Thank you, Arthur. And thank you for giving me away. It means more than you know."
Arthur inclined his head. "It's an honour, Alora. You've earned this moment."
As they descended the steps, the gathered crowd—humans, New-Inphel, and members of the Vanguard—watched in awe. Christopher's breath caught as he saw her, his nervous pacing forgotten.
"Wow," he whispered to Dark Ant.
Ant smirked. "You're not running. That's a good sign."
When Alora reached the altar, Arthur placed her hand in Christopher's and stepped back, his gaze steady. Bandruí cleared her throat, her voice carrying a calm authority.
"We gather here today," she began, "to celebrate the union of two souls who have faced darkness and emerged stronger together. In a world still healing, love reminds us of what we fight for."
She smiled at her father and mother. "Christopher and Alora, your bond is a testament to hope. And hope, like love, is a light in the darkest times."
As the vows were exchanged, there were moments of laughter and tears. Christopher's voice faltered slightly as he promised to always have a cigarette for their most stressful moments, earning a chuckle from the crowd. Alora, in turn, vowed to keep him grounded, even when reality bent around them.
Bandruí raised her hands, the glow of her fae guardians intensifying. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
The crowd erupted into cheers as Christopher and Alora kissed, their happiness radiating like a beacon.
The reception took place in Camelot's great hall, where tables overflowed with food and drink. Laughter and music filled the air as the guests toasted the newlyweds.
Dark Ant gave a surprisingly heartfelt best man's speech. "I've seen Chris do some truly stupid things," he began, prompting laughter. "But marrying Alora isn't one of them. She's the best thing to happen to him. I'm proud to call them both my friends."
Arthur raised his glass. "To Christopher and Alora—may their union bring peace and strength to us all."
Later in the evening, as the wine flowed freely, Arthur found himself sitting beside Fantasia. She was radiant in her shimmering gown, her alien elegance drawing admiration from many.
Arthur cleared his throat, his tone uncharacteristically hesitant. "Fantasia, I've been thinking."
She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "About what?"
He leaned in slightly, his words slurring just enough to betray his nerves. "Every King... needs a Queen. And I can't help but notice you'd make a rather... spectacular one."
Fantasia blinked, caught between amusement and disbelief. "Arthur, are you—?"
"I'm serious!" he said, straightening his posture. "You have wisdom, grace, and... well, you're breath taking."
Fantasia chuckled softly, patting his arm. "That's very flattering, Arthur. But perhaps you've had a bit too much to drink?"
Arthur sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Perhaps. But it doesn't make it any less true."
Fantasia smiled, her tone kind but firm. "Let's revisit this conversation when you're sober, Your Majesty."
As the night wore on, Christopher and Alora shared their first dance as husband and wife. The crowd watched as they moved together, their connection palpable.
Bandruí joined Pepsi and Stormseer at a nearby table, smiling as she watched her father. "I never thought I'd see the day," she said softly.
Pepsi nodded. "It's a reminder that even in chaos, there's room for joy."
Stormseer smirked. "Let's hope the world gives them some time to enjoy it."
As the evening drew to a close, Christopher and Alora stood on the castle's balcony, looking out over the flickering lights of Camelot.
"This is just the beginning," Alora said, her hand in his.
Christopher grinned, leaning in to kiss her. "Then let's make it a damn good story."