"Ian, why aren't you talking?"
Morgan looked at the man in front of him who had been through so much for him and questioned him with a little displeasure.
After all, what she had imagined at the beginning was that Ian would definitely look flattered after she said this.
At the very least, you'll be surprised.
Now this state of silence is just like saying "not interested".
"Don't you like this kind of thing?" Morgan asked again.
"No." Ian shook his head quickly. "I just didn't expect that you, Princess, would want to give me this surprise in advance."
"I thought you would only allow me to see you in your wedding dress on your wedding day."
"So my heart is in a mess right now, and I don't know what to say to express my excitement to you at this moment."
"That's easy."
"Show it through action."
Morgan's blue eyes fell on Ian, and there was a hint of lust in his sea-like eyes.
Her hands were entwined in a circle behind Ian's neck.
"I haven't forgotten that I lost to you that day."
"I won't let you run away after winning."
"I see. I understand, Princess."
[Morgan pulled you along and walked openly through the corridor of the royal court.]
[Many maids cast regretful glances at you - after all, if your wife was Morgan, there would be absolutely no chance.]
[Morgan is very proud in her heart, but on the surface she still looks cold, as if marrying you is not a very happy thing.]
[You knew this very well, so you cooperated very well and acted humble.]
[You both maintained this state and entered the room one after another.]
"Did you see the looks in those people's eyes?" Morgan sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I know at a glance that they will definitely have thoughts about you in the future. I'm going to hang them all."
"Let's choose tomorrow."
"Not at all, Princess." Ian advised, "This is not the right time to start a war."
"Besides—"
"I don't care about the look in their eyes, no matter how sad they are, it has nothing to do with me."
"Yeah?"
Morgan looked subtly at Ian who was pledging his loyalty.
She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her slender and graceful jade feet gently poking out from under the princess' skirt, its surface as white as snow.
"Then I'll just have to believe your explanation."
"Now, come and put on my wedding dress."
"Yes, I understand, Princess."
[You and Morgan stand in front of the mirror.]
[You hugged her waist and felt the fragrance on her body. ]
[There are many roses you sent to her in her room.]
[But you think those scents are nothing compared to her. ]
"My lady princess, I am sorry for the offense."
After Ian said this, his hand started from the waist and moved down along the princess's excellent figure.
The soft and fine fabric began to rub against the skin, making a rustling sound, which made people feel creepy.
The princess stood gracefully in front of the mirror, her feet wearing Camelot's most gorgeous clothes, which formed a wreath around Morgan's feet.
Morgan never lost her beauty, especially in moments like this one.
The curve of her collarbone was distinct, and the slightly concave area was like a clear lake in the forest, just like her birthplace.
Her breasts are naturally flowing and full, perfectly transitioning into proud curves.
The pride of the British princess was fully demonstrated at this moment, her body was as beautiful as any of her peers.
The slender waist is tight without any excess fat, and the skin is slightly contracted, outlining the slightly oval belly button.
Further down, it is as white as ever. Perhaps this is what a flawless person is like.
Her feet stood on the extremely clean floor of the room, but seemed even cleaner than it.
Morgan touched Ian's hand, stroking it gently with her fingers, and her tone was somewhat charming and distant.
"Ian, am I beautiful?"
"You are so beautiful, Princess." Ian lowered his head, leaned on Morgan's shoulder, and took a deep breath.
"You are so beautiful that I wonder if I am dreaming."
"Then let's prove that it's not a dream."
Morgan breathed softly into Ian's ear.
"Ian, compete with me again and prove that you have the courage when you are standing."
"Understood, Princess."
Knights do not die unarmed.
They always have their own weapons.
In the mirror, Morgan and Ian hugged each other, looking very intimate.
She closed her eyes, her hands were held firmly by Ian on both sides, and her lips were tightly clenched together, with teeth marks clearly visible on them.
Her heels had left the ground, leaving only her toes struggling.
"My Lady Princess, you have a beautiful voice. Perhaps now is the best time to sing."
"Shut up, knight, it's not time for you to give a victory speech."
"I'll beat you before you beat me."
[It turns out that Morgan overestimated himself in this regard.]
[When Ian really wants to compete, he is far from being as humble as usual]
[She realized that she had raised a terrible beast.]
She lost again.
[And they lost completely.]
[Britain's morning dew fell onto the floor along the princess' long legs.]
The Second Law of Knighthood: When Morgan wants to win, you'd better think about how you can lose in a way that will please her.
"Ian, you should be happy to win, right?"
"Not happy."
"Do you dare to win next time?"
"I don't dare."
"Very good, then I will reward you with some time to think about it."
Morgan said with an unhappy look on his face as he made Ian maintain a push-up position while he sat naked on him.
"Ian, you have to beat me at this kind of thing."
"You won't see a wedding dress today."
"But Princess, this is about a man's most basic dignity."
"I don't want to hear this." Morgan pulled Ian's ear.
"I just want to beat you at these things once, is that a problem?"
"My lady, no problem."
Seeing Ian's surrender, Morgan finally let his ear go.
And she also thought of something.
"Ian, I have an idea now."
"Please speak, Princess."
"that is..."
Morgan began to write his name on Ian's back with his fingers.
She seemed to be a little uneasy and confused about what she was going to say next, but she finally said it seriously.
"I want to write a letter to my father."
"Tell him you are my husband now."