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