"I do."
"You may now kiss the bride."
The king of Heartiz was the one claping his hands the most. He was brother of the bride.
You have probably already worked ut out, but it was Linnea's and Lancelot's wedding.
She was standing there in an armor dress.
It was mostly because she could wear that, because it was her wedding. But it was still stunning.
It was blue, like the sky a beautiful spring day, which made her already deep blue eyes even bluer, if possible.
He wore his armor and new cape.
It was half blue, half red, with their seil in it: two dragons, one silver, one gold.
They stood in the great hall in Camelot. Sunlight where shining throght the big windows.
And they kissed. It was passionate and beautiful.
And then it all happend very fast.
First was the sound of a loud punch. The the sound of something falling to the ground. A body.
After that Linnea felt ropes around her wrist.
No.
Not now.
Not ever.
She tryed to fight whatever was behind her, but it was no use.
"I love you Lance!"
And then the whole world went black.
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Not a princess, anymore
Fanfiction{Sequel to from prince to servant and maybe back} Everyone is happy. Linnea and Lancelot are getting married. Gwen is pregnant with her second child. Tyra has just got little Eleanor. They had no idea of the dangers ahead of them. Be prepard of...
