I am Hers, She is Mine

Gwynevere walked down to the shore with the others as they began to gather around for the wedding ceremony which would be the main event for this whole celebration that the pack had been preparing for over the last season or so. Everything seemed to have fallen into place from what she could tell and even she could agree that the castle and the grounds around it had never been so beautiful. She wasn't really one for crowds so she wasn't sure yet if she would want to spend more than a moment at the reception that was planned for that evening, but she would of course not miss the ceremony. Artorias the only one of her siblings she was very close to and she knew that this meant the world to him so she wouldn't dream of missing it.

When she got there she hesitated for a moment before she finally made herself go sit toward the front of the group as she suspected the family was expected to do. She was heavily tempted to sit toward the back with Bowen, but more and more these days she was attempting to put herself in more uncomfortable situations so that she could force herself to get used to them. She hadn't even worn her cloak today, partially because of how warm it was and partially because she didn't want to look like she was hiding. She of course had her circlet on her head, a bit of a safety blanket of sorts for her, but that was it. She settled and gave her mother and brother a smile while she waited for it to begin.

Gwynevere | Eilwen