54. You are her only throne
"That's it. Your Majesty, please let me go with you." Ian replied without changing his expression.
"Ian."
Morgan looked at the experienced man in front of er.
"It's daytime now."
"Do you know what this means?"
"Of course." Ian smiled lightly, "I am your stupid husband who is trying to steal the throne, and you are the smart wife who is trying to stop her husband from overstepping his power."
"If anyone finds out, it is King Lot who deserves to be executed, and the story of the princess's defense of King Uther's dignity will be sung."
"Ian, you're as stupid as ever."
Morgan tightened her grip on Ian's hand.
"Do you want Gawain to lose his father so early?"
"My Lady, then——"
"Shut up." Morgan held Ian's hand in her arms.
"You are my possession. Wherever I am, you must be."
[You look at Morgan tenderly and say nothing. ]
[But the situation is not that bad. ]
[Because your and Morgan's status has already reached a level that cannot be doubted. ]
[So even if he walked towards the depths of the royal court like this, it did not arouse anyone's suspicion. ]
[You pass by the doors of rooms along a long corridor that is not entirely familiar, but not completely unfamiliar either. ]
[You have arrived in front of the huge door. ]
[Behind the door is the throne that symbolizes Camelot's belonging. ]
[You recall what happened last time—Morgan hesitated to open the door. ]
[You are ready to bear everything and open this door for Morgan. ]
[But this time——Morgan stopped you. ]
"Ian, let me do it myself."
Morgan stopped Ian's hand.
Under the gaze of the other party, her hand moved closer to the door.
Touched it——
Morgan exerted a little force, and the door that symbolized the blockage of royal power slowly opened.
She took Ian's hand, and the two entered the room one after the other.
[The huge door closes again. ]
[Only this time, you witnessed this scene from the other side of the door. ]
[The door slowly closed, blocking the road connecting the inside and outside. ]
[You know that some things will lead to even crazier endings from now on. ]
[But you are fearless. ]
[Because you know that's exactly what Morgan needs. ]
Morgan walked towards the throne step by step.
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the hall where there were only two people like the clock of fate.
She came to the throne and touched the gilt edge of the handle. Deep in her eyes as deep as the ocean was her endless obsession with it.
"Ian, do you like this throne?"
"My Lady, do you want to hear the truth? Or lies?"
"Do you think you dare to tell lies in front of me?"
"What the Queen said is absolutely true." Ian still maintained a gentle tone.
"So--"
"I would say this throne is not for you."
"What?"
Morgan was about to turn around and ask Ian why, but she felt herself being hugged by him.
The next moment, Ian sat on the throne.
And Morgan maintained an elegant posture.
Her head was pillowed by Ian's left hand, her long hair spread around his arm, and her body fell into his arms like a slightly curved bow.
The princess's robe fell slightly around her hips, but not a trace touched the ground.
The slender white legs acted as the other half of the body.
Her knees were slightly bent, and her calf rested squarely on Ian's right hand.
Her feet were suspended in the air, with a pair of crystal-clear glass slippers hanging on them.
"Because I think you, the princess, need a new throne."
"Oh--?"
Morgan, who was lying in Ian's arms, looked up at him.
"Then you look like this, do you really want to serve as my throne until then?"
"Your Majesty, this is not a bad idea."
"That--"
Morgan stretched out her hand upwards, stroking the already familiar face.
"I know you are the throne, how can you make me happy in this situation?"
"My Lady, you have raised a difficult question."
"but--"
"I happen to have the answer to that problem."
Ian lowered his head and stopped in front of Morgan's proud chest.
"However, I hope that you, the Queen, can provide me with a little help."
"Yeah?"
Morgan stroked Ian's not-too-smooth facial curve with one hand, and put the other hand on the clothes on his chest.
Her fingertips traced slight circles on the surface of the robe, which was cut from fine fabrics.
"Ian, I hope you won't disappoint my expectations."
[The princess's body is flawless at all times and everywhere. ]
[Looking at her lying in your arms, you suddenly feel like you have gone back to a long time ago]
[Morgan wraps her hands around your neck. ]
[She lying in your arms is looking at you affectionately, with only your figure reflected in her sea-blue eyes. ]
[Her breathing gradually became faster due to your sight, and her body swayed a little. ]
[She looked at the ceiling with a slight breath, whispering your name. ]
["Ian, please please me a little more."]
[At this moment, you are her throne alone. ]
[But she is also the only princess you can appreciate. ]
[You have kept your promise. ]
"Your answers in this regard are as excellent as ever."
Morgan's fingers swept across Ian's lips, slightly spreading the moisture on them.
"Ian, let me ask you, do you like this?"
"Of course." Ian nodded with a smile.
"I am very happy to accept everything about the princess."
"but--"
Ian's eyes swept over Morgan's elegant body from top to bottom
"My Lady, I think you should say more than this, right?"
"Yeah." Morgan put her hand on Ian's hand that was leaning towards him.
"Ian, I want to take over Camelot in a real sense."
"So, Your Majesty, do you want to use this method to gain my consent?"
"That might be a bit redundant."
Ian looked at the woman lying in his arms affectionately, her face slightly red. Morgan's breathing was no longer steady.
"You should know that I never doubt your choice. It is the path I will definitely take."
"Of course I know."
Morgan tightened her grip on Ian's hand until traces of her fingerprints appeared on the skin of his fingers.
"So I'm not going to ask for your opinion at all."
"I just like the way you work hard to make me happy on my father's throne."
"I see, then it seems I need to work harder."
[You are still on the throne once again. ]
[After this, you have formulated a plan to take over Camelot—use magic to create a false barbarian siege dilemma. You will become the heroes who defend Camelot, and then naturally ascend to the throne. ]
[This process is not simple. Every detail needs to be carefully prepared, and the preparation time will be very long. ]
[But it seems that fate has never stopped teasing you. ]
[Before you prepare everything, mysterious prophecies begin to spread in the streets of Camelot. ]
[That is the legend of the red dragon about the inheritance of the throne. ]
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