Morgan leaned sideways on the throne.
The tulle had slipped down along the skin, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
The princess's white shoulders were exposed in the silent night, and the subtle curves of the upper half of her breasts and the resulting slight bulge could still be vaguely seen.
However, Morgan didn't care about any of this.
The feet she poked out from under the hem of the gauze were pressed straight against the gap between the knight's land and the canyon.
Those blue eyes were gentle and blurry, as clear as broken crystals.
Ian knew that Morgan had completely assumed the position of king at this time.
He is also willing to cooperate with her in performing a drama - even if there is no audience.
"Well, Your Majesty, you are right. I will kneel down right now."
"Stop--"
Morgan stopped Ian with her feet that were perfectly maintained by magic.
"I changed my mind."
"Since it is a canonization, then let me review your weapons."
Morgan held his face and showed a faint smile.
"My knight, is this all right?"
[Of course you can't refuse Morgan's request. ]
[Although this kind of place is not suitable for this. But you still took off the armor as she wanted. ]
[Even if you actually know that she just wants to play with you. ]
[Morgan on the throne has witnessed the whole process, and she will ask you to stop temporarily from time to time. ]
[And this pause also made her notice something. ]
"Ian." Morgan said with a hint of confusion, "Where is your sword?"
Knowing that he couldn't hide it from Morgan, Ian answered directly and truthfully.
"My Lady, I gave it to Artolis."
Upon hearing this, Morgan's expression turned cold instantly.
"Ian!"
"Why is it that man again! Are you really that interested in him?"
"My Lady, this was a mistake in my previous plan. I feel ashamed of my incompetence."
"Then it seems necessary to let you know whose property you are."
Morgan's feet slowly moved up, stepped on Ian's chest, and then started to rub it.
She said coldly: "This is your punishment."
Morgan's feet are much more flexible than expected.
And she knew exactly how to break Ian—or rather, how to torture him.
She knew her knight all too well.
Finally, Ian couldn't stand it anymore.
"My Lady, I was wrong."
"I really shouldn't have given away my sword without telling you."
"Give me a chance, please."
"Is that all?"
Morgan refused to give up.
"Then Ian, tell me, what will you do next time you see that man named Artolis?"
"I will do whatever it takes to kill him."
Morgan smiled with satisfaction.
"I see. I hope you will do what you say."
The princess's feet finally spared her knight.
But that doesn't mean it's all over.
On the contrary, it symbolizes a new beginning,
Morgan sat up on the throne.
Her legs were slightly apart, her hands were on the guardrails on both sides of the throne, and her body was leaning against the burgundy cushion behind her.
"Ian, the real review has just begun."
"Hope your remaining weapons are as good as ever."
[You completely understand what Morgan means. ]
[It's just that the situation seems a little different. ]
[Tonight, she was affected by the throne beneath her and was not so willing to proceed as usual. ]
[But she didn't tell you what changes she needed from you. ]
[At this time, you feel what the complicated tenderness is. ]
[But you are not afraid of all this. ]
[Because when Morgan gets to know you, you also get to know Morgan. ]
[She is the princess who can best subdue you, and you are the knight who understands her best. ]
"I'm sorry, my lady."
Ian squatted down slowly.
The princess's feet remain soft and smooth at all times, and every inch of skin is worthy of being carefully played with.
However, this is not the time for this kind of art appreciation.
Ian held them and carefully lifted them up.
until it was higher than Morgan's forehead;
Until it passed by Morgan's ear;
Until it landed on the cushion of the throne.
"Ian, do you know what you are doing?" Morgan asked, looking directly at the approaching knight.
"I know, my lady."
Ian was not deterred by Morgan's words.
"You are the future king, and I am your knight. In this matter, the only possibility is that I will serve you."
"so--"
Morgan looked at his ear.
"Is that why you did this?"
Ian nodded.
"Yes, my lady."
"All you have to do is sit on the throne while I swear my allegiance to you."
"Ian, this is the throne." Morgan's tone became a little subtle, "And I am your princess."
"Being so lenient with the princess on the throne is a crime that no arrow can pierce through."
"But my lady, you did not resist my behavior just now."
"..."
"..."
Morgan and Ian looked at each other and already fully understood each other's thoughts through their expressions.
How could two people who knew the basics reject new excitement?
[You and Morgan had a deep and simple exchange. ]
[Talent mysterious magic has been obtained: Morgan seems to have exerted some kind of magic on you through her own body that has not yet been unveiled, but you can feel that it does no harm to you. ]
[You know you are desecrating King Uther's throne. ]
[But you know very well that instead of worrying about this kind of thing, you prefer to see Morgan's heart beating faster because of you. ]
[After all, that is just a king who gave up his daughter, and she is the one you swore allegiance to. ]
[Which is more important or less important can be known at a glance. ]
[However, this kind of blasphemy did make you sober up a lot. ]
[You remember something that needs to be brought up. ]
"My Lady Princess."
"What's wrong? Do you already know your mistake?"
"Yes, I already know the mistake I made, and I feel ashamed and sad about it." Ian answered Morgan respectfully.
"But there are some things I still want your consent to."
"Are you making a request at this time?" Morgan sneered, "Ian, you really know how to pick the moment."
"However, seeing as you have really worked hard, I allow you to say it."
"Well - Your Majesty, the war continues, food production has decreased, and many refugees have appeared near our royal capital."
"If possible, my lady, I wonder if we should do something? This may help you further establish your prestige."
"Ian, I also noticed what you said, and I really need to do something."
Morgan reached out and stroked Ian's cheek.
"But this time, I hope you will do it and establish your own prestige."
"Shall I do it?" Ian was a little surprised, "My lady, my prestige is meaningless."
"This is your kingdom."
"Ian, I don't need you to teach me how to do things."
Normally a person who is on top, Morgan exudes that cold oppression all over his body.
"I said, everything about you is mine."
"Prestige is no exception."
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