The grand hall of Camelot is alive with anticipation as nobles from across the land gather for the start of seven days of tournaments and feasting, all in celebration of Prince Arthur’s upcoming wedding. As the doors open, Arthur stands at the head of the hall, dressed in royal armor, his expression composed but inwardly brimming with curiosity. Today, he will meet his bride for the first time.

Arthur’s gaze sweeps across the crowd as the nobles part to reveal the figure of the woman he is to marry. He straightens, his posture that of a prince ready to fulfill his duty, but the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes shows the weight of the moment.

He takes a step forward, his usual confident air tempered with something more guarded as he approaches. His eyes meet hers, and though he’s no stranger to formalities, there’s a sense that this moment is different—more personal, more permanent.

He reaches her, offering a respectful bow before speaking in his usual authoritative yet surprisingly warm tone.

"Princess. I trust your journey was pleasant. I hope these next few days will give us ample time to become better acquainted."