"My Lady Princess, what do you mean..."
"You get up first."
Although she was not wearing any clothes, the only thing covering her body was her beautiful long silver hair, and there were traces of Ian's wanton entry and exit between her legs.
But Morgan still looked arrogant, as if she had never been defeated by anyone.
"Ian, do you have any comments?"
"No, I have no opinion." Ian answered without hesitation, "I just want to know why you do this, Princess."
"It's simple. I want to use you to win over my father again."
"Since my father values your words so much, maybe he will change his mind about me after I marry you, right?"
Morgan still hasn't gotten over the fact that he inherited the throne from King Uther.
"My Lady Princess, is this one of the reasons why you asked me to marry you?"
"…"
Morgan turned his head away.
"Maybe, Ian, you know, I don't really..."
The stern princess hesitated for a moment and realized that she couldn't directly say the three words "I don't love you".
But Ian had already skillfully continued the conversation.
"You don't love me at all, do you?"
"I know, Princess."
"However, since this is such an important message to you, I think I have to deliver it in person. Do you think we will leave tomorrow?"
"No."
Morgan took Ian's hand.
"I'll go after you marry me."
"I want to declare to all of Camelot that you are mine."
[The wedding date arrives in the passing time. ]
[You and Morgan had a grand wedding.]
[This is a wedding that all of Camelot must participate in. ]
[The capital city welcomed a grand celebration after a long absence. ]
Morgan called you into the room before taking the oath.
"My Lady Princess, you are wearing a wedding dress now... Isn't it inappropriate to do this?"
"Ian, am I not beautiful like this?"
"No, you are beautiful like this, of course."
"So--"
Morgan closed the door.
Wearing a white wedding dress, she was like a fairy in the lake, descending to the British land in the posture of a flower.
"Ian, I won't allow you to miss such a beautiful me."
[You and Morgan appeared in front of everyone.]
[The love between you two makes the people envious, and the girls who admire you are heartbroken. ]
[This is a perfect wedding. ]
[The marriage of King Lot and King Uther's daughter will be recorded in British history.]
[But only you know one thing. ]
[Morgan completed this wedding with his belly full of your fluids.]
[From time to time, she would touch her wedding dress on her abdomen with her hands to remind you not to forget.]
[She got great pleasure from your expression of being embarrassed but having to be happy because of the atmosphere around you.]
[Of course, this secret will remain hidden forever. ]
[Camelot seems to have prospered temporarily because of your wedding with Morgan. ]
[But you and Morgan both know this is an illusion.]
[You must act quickly.]
[During the day, you do everything that a princess and a prince should do.]
[At night, you maintained your usual enthusiasm and joy, and used the temporary sage time to think about your next move.]
"Ian."
Morgan, wearing a gauze dress, lay in Ian's arms, her hair spread out in this man's arms.
In her hand was a piece of parchment covered with writing.
Although Morgan was obsessed with physical intercourse with Ian, he never forgot his purpose.
"The situation is not as simple as we thought."
"You may be gone for a long time."
Ian knew Morgan wasn't exaggerating.
It had been a long time since any new corpses had been buried in the land near the capital—which meant that it had been a long time since any knights had been ordered to return to the front lines.
The information connection between the two sides has long been in a state of near disconnection.
It's hard to say whether this is good or bad.
After all, if the situation becomes critical, it would be difficult for the frontline to send knights who can provide timely combat support back to the capital.
"Yes, I understand, Princess."
"Is this your only reaction?" Morgan folded the parchment in his hand and put it aside. "Don't you intend to object to my order?"
"After thinking about it carefully, even I feel a little stupid."
"My Lady Princess, you know that I never have any objections to your orders. They are what I should do."
"Too."
Morgan turned over and lay on Ian, looking at the man who never complained about him.
"But if the road is too dangerous, I order you not to risk your life."
"You have no right to dispose of your life."
"It's mine."
"My Lady Princess." Ian smiled slightly, "Can I think that you care about me?"
"Okay." Morgan replied, "So you should be more grateful to me."
"My Lady Princess, when did you get the illusion that I was not grateful to you?"
"just."
Morgan gave Ian a resentful look.
"It's obviously a little less than usual, right?"
Ian was a little surprised.
"My Lady Princess, you actually sensed it?"
"I told you before, your body belongs to me, so I studied it thoroughly,"
The two looked at each other and then laughed.
"Ian."
Morgan rubbed his fingers up and down Ian's abdominal muscles.
"Let me ask you a question."
"Please speak, Princess."
"What's your favorite kid's name?"
"Ah? This..." Ian was stunned at first, and then smiled slightly, "I like the name you like, Princess."
"real?"
"Really, the name that the princess likes is the name that I like."
"How about Gawain?"
"Nice name."
At this answer, Morgan's fingers playfully slid under the covers.
She looked at the sturdy knight with charming eyes.
"Ian, it's a long night."
"Let me be happier."
[The time came a few days later. ]
[You thought Morgan was going out of town because she was looking for her favorite flowers.]
[You rejected other people's requests for escort. ]
[You and Morgan parted reluctantly in front of everyone at the city gate.]
You embarked on this journey alone.
[You crossed the stream, passed through the forest, walked along the mountain path, and stepped through the wheat field. ]
[You walked away for a long, long time.]
[You see a village.]
[You decide to rest here for a while before continuing on your journey. ]
[But you didn't expect that you would meet British knights here. ]
[Talented Affinity·Chivalry activated: Your temperament is extraordinary, and the knights quickly regard you as a companion. ]
[You have received a long-expected but belated message from the Knights.]
[Britain's front line was ruthlessly torn apart by Vortigern.]
[You realize that King Uther is headed for doom. ]