A/N- Sorry, guys! I had super late nights and then my computer got sick. All better now!

Summary- Tomorrow is the day.

Lucan settled back against the tower wall as Bethany curled up under his arm, Camelot before them.


"Tomorrow," Bethany agreed. "I bet my father will cry."

"Mother certainly will. I can't believe the day's finally here."

"I know. I'll be a princess tomorrow, and then I can kill you and be the sole heir."

Lucan pushed her out from under his arm, and she laughed.

"It would be lonely ruling alone," he warned her.

"I suppose."

"Which is why I chose you to rule with me." She nodded and leaned in, stealing one last kiss before they were married.

Thoughts? Prompts?