[EXT. EARTH – IMPERIAL PALACE COURTYARD]
The air over the capital shimmered with banners of gold and deep blue, the crest of the Kingdom of Camelot fluttering beside the silver crescent of the Moon.
Crowds packed the streets, voices roaring in celebration as trumpets blared. On the massive public screens, the image of Arthur King and Queen Guinevere walking side by side dominated the feed.
For the Moon Kingdom's people watching from afar, the scene was surreal—a union that promised salvation. For the political elite, it was a masterstroke.
[INT. IMPERIAL PALACE – GRAND HALL]
Golden light spilled through towering stained-glass windows as the wedding procession reached the dais.
Arthur, draped in regal white and gold, exuded effortless confidence. Guinevere's gown flowed like woven moonlight, her crown gleaming under the chandeliers.
As they paused before the altar, Arthur leaned slightly toward her, his words low enough for only her to hear.
> Arthur King: "You should smile, my Queen. This is the day history bends to our will."
Guinevere kept her gaze forward, the ceremonial veil framing her unreadable expression.
> Queen Guinevere: "Or the day history judges us both… for what we sacrifice."
Arthur's lips curved into a faint smirk.
> Arthur King: "Sacrifice is the foundation of power. Without it, there is no throne to protect."
The Merlin voice rose, reciting the oaths of union between Earth and Moon. Outside, fireworks bloomed against the afternoon sky. The people of the Moon Kingdom—watching through live broadcasts—cheered and waved their banners, some crying tears of relief.
Arthur glanced at her again, eyes sharp.
> Arthur King: "You made the right choice. Without me, the Starius would have turned your kingdom to dust."
Guinevere's fingers tightened around the ceremonial bouquet.
> Queen Guinevere: "…And without me, you'd have no crown over the Moon."
Merlin words reached the final vow.
> Merlin: "Do you, Arthur Pendragon, swear to uphold peace and unity between Earth and Moon?"
> Arthur King: "I do."
> Merlin: "Do you, Guinevere of the Moon, swear to share in this vow and bind your kingdoms as one?"
For a moment, Guinevere hesitated—a pause so brief it could be mistaken for a breath. Then:
> Queen Guinevere: "…I do."
The hall erupted in applause, bells tolling across the capital. Cameras captured Arthur raising her hand in victory, as if the war had already been won.
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[INT. IMPERIAL PALACE – AUDIENCE HALL BALCONY]
From her seat in the front row, Morderia sat rigid, her hands curled into fists so tight the knuckles turned white. The cheers of the crowd below felt like daggers in her ears.
Arthur King's smug smile.
Her mother's veiled face.
The vows that bound the Moon Kingdom to Camelot.
Each second made her chest burn hotter.
She watched as Arthur lifted her mother's hand high for the crowd, his voice booming like a conqueror's proclamation.
> Arthur King: "Today, we end centuries of distance! Today, Camelot and Moon stand as one!"
The audience roared. Morderia didn't move. Her eyes locked on Arthur with a glare that could cut steel.
> Morderia's thoughts: You think this is unity? No… this is you putting chains on her.
Her jaw tightened as she noticed the faint tremor in Guinevere's hands, the way her mother's eyes avoided Arthur's gaze when the cameras weren't fixed on them.
> Morderia's thoughts: Mother… why? Why agree to this farce? Was it truly the only way?
The applause swelled again as the officiant declared them husband and wife. Gold petals fell from the balconies like artificial snow, catching in the air.
Morderia barely breathed. Her nails dug into her palms until she felt skin break.
> Morderia's thoughts: Arthur King… you may have everyone else fooled… but not me. I will never forgive you for this.
As the couple began their ceremonial walk back down the aisle, Arthur's gaze swept the crowd—and lingered for the briefest moment on her.
He smiled. A knowing, mocking smile.
Morderia didn't look away. Her eyes burned back into his, a silent promise.
> Morderia's thoughts: One day, you'll regret underestimating me.
The cheering around her only made her anger more still, more focused.
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[INT. MOON KINGDOM MEDICAL WARD]
The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the life support systems. Nura's eyes slowly fluttered open, pupils adjusting to the dim light.
> Nura: "…Similar ceiling again…"
His voice was hoarse, almost as if even speaking hurt. He pushed himself up slightly, a wave of dizziness making him groan.
The door slid open with a hiss, revealing General Halsten carrying a jug of water.
>Halsten: "Finally you awake."
Nura: "…How long… have I been out?"
Halsten: "Weeks."
Nura's eyes widened.
> Nura: "Weeks…?"
Halsten: "It's not surprising. You fought Mercury's Valetta Gundam and… won."
Nura froze, blinking at him in disbelief.
> Nura: "…I… defeated it?"
Halsten: nods slowly "Most wouldn't have lasted the first exchange. But you pushed Belthran to retreat. That's no small feat."
The words didn't feel like a victory. The silence between them was heavy—filled with the echo of explosions, screams, and the weight of the dead then add with Camelot and Moon became one, the worst situation.
Finally, Nura broke it.
> Nura: "What should I do now? Camelot and the Moon… they're one now. I don't want to fight for Camelot. Since they killed my parents… my comrades… and Graven."
Halsten set the glass of water down beside the bed. His voice was calm, but there was something in his eyes—an understanding born from war.
> Halsten: "I know it's hard for you to accept the reality...That why don't decide now. For now, rest."
He turned to leave, but paused at the doorway.
> Halsten: "Don't waste the life you fought so hard to keep, Nura."
The door slid shut behind him, leaving the room bathed in silence once more.
Nura lay back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. His body begged for rest but he depressed because of the situation now.
> Nura's thoughts: Waste my life...? I fight for people i wanted protect. I fight for revenge my parents, comrades and Graven. But now...? I feel no reason to live anymore...
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