52. You will be controlled by me forever
[You watered the princess's garden again. ]
[But she expressed that this was far from enough. ]
[You say good night to each other in complete defeat. ]
[You had a wonderful evening. ]
[The next day comes. ]
[Morgan woke up earlier than you, which is rare. ]
[But you know the reason Morgan gets up late is because she wants to hear good morning from you. ]
[But at this moment, you also want to see what she will do when she gets up early. ]
[You choose to pretend to sleep. ]
Morgan sat up and looked at Ian who was still "sleeping" beside her.
There was water-like warmth in those blue eyes.
"Ian?" she called tentatively.
Of course, you can't wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.
Morgan did not continue shouting.
She stretched out her hand and touched the vicissitudes of his face, her expression seemed a little moved.
Those delicate and tender fingers moved very slowly over the scars of the past, as carefully and conscientiously as a devout believer worshiping in a holy place.
"It must have hurt when you left the scar... What a fool who didn't care about himself."
"How could there be such a reckless knight..."
Morgan spoke with disgust, but the movements of her fingers became more and more delicate, as if she was trying to wipe away the wounds on the other person's face.
"Because there is someone as persistent as you, the princess, that's why there is a knight like me who doesn't want to live or die."
"It's fate."
Ian turned back and looked at Morgan sitting next to him.
"Good morning, my lady princess."
"..."
Morgan's hand, which seemed very gentle just now, suddenly turned into a forceful tug.
"Ian, you were pretending to sleep just now, weren't you?"
"Ah... As expected, I still can't hide it from your eyes, the princess."
"Because you are my belongings and my chess piece. How can every move you make escape my eyes?"
Morgan pulled Ian's cheek and rubbed it hard as punishment.
"I'll let you go today."
"Get up quickly, I want to take you to see something."
[Although you think Morgan is a bit mysterious, you still do as she says. ]
[You put on your casual clothes and wait for her naked body to change into the robe in front of the mirror. ]
[She spun around in front of the mirror and asked if you look good. ]
[After getting your positive opinion, she was satisfied and ended it all. ]
[She took your hand and left the room where you sang every night. ]
[The happy look of you holding hands has become an eye-catching scene in the entire royal court. ]
Ian didn't care if the looks were good or bad.
After all, even without these eyes, he knew that he would stand firmly by Morgan's side.
"My Lady, where are we going?"
Morgan did not answer this question directly, but asked other questions.
"Ian, before you went to bed last night, you told me that my father was completely defeated, right?"
"...Right."
Ian pays great attention to his tone.
He understood that Morgan really wanted to get this throne - so King Uther's abdication was what must happen before that.
But along with the abdication came the death of King Uther.
Whether Morgan has sadder thoughts about this, he cannot confirm.
One taste of the misery of crying in the lake is enough.
He didn't want to see it a second time.
[The situation is not as complicated as you think. ]
[Morgan is much more decisive than you think. ]
[After confirming the news, her expression seemed a little relaxed. ]
This is not something difficult to understand.
She is bent on seizing the throne, but she may not have much respect for King Uther in her heart.
Not to mention--
Isn't this the king who drove her back to Camelot?
"Ian, then this means that we may gradually accept the defeated soldiers who come back from the front line, right?"
"Yes."
Ian looked around cautiously, then lowered his voice and replied.
"My Lady, I have killed a lot of people on the way."
"I know."
Morgan tightened Ian's hand, her expression still stern, as if the knight beside her was telling her just how beautiful the morning sun was.
"Your sword smells of blood."
"But Ian, you don't have to do anything like this again."
"I'll let magic correct their perceptions."
"Yes, I understand, my lady."
Ian knows one thing very clearly.
His destiny has been inextricably combined with Morgan's, like the intertwined bodies in the middle of the night.
This is an unchangeable fact.
[Morgan did not stop after explaining all this. ]
[She holds your hand and walks towards the depths of the royal court. ]
[There are fewer and fewer people you can see, and the surrounding environment is getting cleaner and cleaner. ]
[The last time I felt like this was when I was doing blasphemous things on the throne with Morgan. ]
[You realize that the place you are going to next may have the same level of significance as the throne. ]
"Coming."
Morgan, who was walking in front, stopped temporarily.
She stretched out her hand and slightly changed the angle of a book on the bookshelf nearby.
The bookshelf immediately moved to both sides, and a dark passage illuminated by candlelight appeared in front of the two of them.
Morgan tightened her hold on Ian's hand and walked inside.
At the end of the secret passage, there is a room filled with all kinds of strange objects.
"Ian."
Morgan looked at all this with a rare expression of intoxication.
"Do you remember when I asked you what name you would like for a child?"
"Of course I remember, Your Majesty the Queen." Ian smiled slightly, "You said you liked a child named Gawain, and this is my favorite name too."
"Um."
Morgan took Ian's hand and pressed it on her abdomen.
"Then do you still remember how many times you have released your desires here?"
"There are too many to count, my Lady. Your body fascinates me so much that I can no longer remember these things clearly."
"It doesn't matter." Morgan smiled lightly, "Because you will come again."
"You always satisfy me with your performance in things that make me happy."
"So--"
Morgan looked at Ian.
"You will be controlled by me forever."
"We will soon have a child named Gawain."
"He calls you father and he calls me mother."
"He will gain great power under my magic blessing, and under your guidance of swordsmanship, he will show his elegance as a knight."
"His sword will be wielded for us until there is a new king in Britain."
"Ian, although I have never loved you, I command you to accept this unconditionally."
After hearing these words, Ian kissed Morgan's hand gently.
"It's an honor, my lady."
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