Museboxer

[Following from here]

The wedding day arrives with beautiful blue skies, way too many people crowding the castle, and Sam getting increasingly nervous. It's not that all the fancy clothes are making him nervous, though they do. It's not that he's worried that he'll forget the words or correct forms or walk into the wrong direction or somesuch during the ceremony, although he is. It's not that he worries that Uther will reconsider at the last moment or that he'll try to turn the whole thing into a trap, although that is a faint worry. It's not even that he just wants to Saga to stop telling him about all the people who have arrived, pointing out who they are and what they are and why they are important, even though he does.

It's that he's worried that Morgana will have changed her mind and not actually show up.

Which may be a reasonable or may be an unreasonable worry, but it sits solidly in his gut, making him pace all morning (luckily everyone who observes this just assumes that it's nerves about the wedding itself). By the time that he's taken up his spot at the centre of the room, Sigurd at his side (by all rights, it should be Alvig, but not in this place), he's about ready to jump out of his skin if they don't bring her out soon.

So when she does finally appear, the relief is palpable, his face splitting into a grin for just a moment before he has it back under control. She's here!