[Morgan stared at you, her eyes fixed on the scarf in your hands.]
[She did not lash out on the spot.]
[Instead, she simply turned around and vanished into the crowd, as if she had never been there.]
[You realized something was terribly wrong.]
[Wrapping up Arthur's "scarf," you rushed toward Morgan's chambers.]
The moonlight illuminated the palace corridors, bathing Rei in a faint silver glow.
He carefully avoided the eyes of anyone who might notice the nature of his relationship with Morgan, making his way toward her door.
Knock, knock, knock—
Rei knocked on the door as he always did.
But this time, Morgan did not open it.
Knock, knock, knock—
He knocked again.
[You knocked many times, but Morgan refused to answer.]
[You realized that this wasn't going to work.]
[You decided to change your approach.]
Silence hung in the air outside her door, not even the faintest sound breaking through.
Of course, Rei did not leave.
He simply stood there, wordlessly waiting— he would not leave unless Morgan ordered him to.
Time passed in heavy silence.
The door creaked open.
Draped in a sheer nightgown, Morgan peeked her head out, her sharp blue eyes immediately landing on Rei, who had been waiting at the door.
He smiled. "Your Highness, I finally get to see you."
Morgan instantly realized she had fallen into Rei's "trap."
She turned to shut the door, but before it could close, Rei caught it with his hand.
"Your Highness, please, grant me a chance to explain myself."
"A chance to explain?"
Morgan's lips curved into a small, knowing smile.
"Fine, Rei, since you're the one asking for it."
[Morgan led you inside.]
[The door closed once more, leaving only the two of you in the room.]
[Yet you could clearly sense that the atmosphere was far from normal.]
Morgan still wore the same delicate nightgown that accentuated every contour of her body.
The mingling glow of moonlight and candlelight fell softly upon her, outlining her silhouette in exquisite detail.
Not a single curve was left unseen.
It was an uncanny sensation—on the surface, nothing was truly revealed, yet to the eye, it felt as if everything was.
Rei knew this was no accident.
Morgan was an expert at wielding seduction like a weapon—this was just another one of her tactics.
"Sit."
She patted the spot beside her.
"..."
Rei did not refuse.
[You sat where Morgan instructed.]
[But before you could even feel the softness of the bed beneath you, Morgan's foot pressed down lightly in front of you.]
[The force was neither too much nor too little—just enough to make you feel the weight of something inescapable, yet not enough to crush you entirely.]
[Like the Sword of Damocles, it was an ever-present threat of life and death.]
[She motioned for you to come closer, then curled a finger under your chin, speaking in a voice neither cold nor warm.]
"Rei, you are my knight, aren't you?"
"Yes, Your Highness." Rei met her gaze without hesitation. "I will always be your most loyal knight."
"Then why were you so delighted while chatting with another woman?"
"She is not your princess, is she?"
Morgan traced slow, deliberate patterns along his jawline with her fingertip.
"Rei, answer me honestly… You wouldn't want something important to break, would you?"
As she spoke, the pressure from her heel increased slightly.
A bead of cold sweat formed on Rei's forehead.
Yet, he remained calm—because he knew exactly how to explain.
[You confessed everything about Arthur to Morgan, emphasizing once again that he was, without a doubt, a man.]
[It had been nothing more than a farewell between kindred spirits.]
[But Morgan wasn't about to let you off the hook that easily.]
The princess's delicate fingers caressed the knight's jaw as her heel remained firmly in place.
Rei could feel real pressure now—both from Morgan's presence and the weight pressing down on him.
"Rei, I don't want to do this, but you seem quite dishonest."
"If he's truly a man, then why would he give you a scarf?"
So, she had noticed it after all.
Yet Rei remained composed—because he had nothing to hide.
"Your Highness, as expected, your keen eyes miss nothing."
"But—"
"Perhaps you should see the scarf for yourself."
[You took out the scarf Arthur had given you.]
[Morgan held it in her hands, inspecting it for a long moment.]
[Under your watchful gaze, she lifted it to the candle flame, burning it to ashes.]
"Hideous."
Morgan's voice rang out as the charred remains of the scarf crumbled, the acrid scent of burnt fabric lingering in the air.
"I didn't like it one bit. Never let me see you accept such things from another girl again."
"And—"
"Not from a man, either."
"Not from someone gender-ambiguous, either."
At that moment, Rei knew Morgan had been convinced.
"Understood, Your Highness," he replied with a small smile. "I will be mindful in the future."
[Morgan finally let you off the hook.]
[She eased the pressure of her heel, no longer exerting the same dominance over you.]
[But she wasn't done questioning you yet.]
"Rei." Morgan leaned in slightly.
"You said before that this Arthur person might have seen something he shouldn't have, didn't you?"
Rei nodded.
"Yes, Your Highness."
"That was what I initially believed, but after spending time with him, I realized he had no idea what I had done that day."
"And… there's something else I must confess."
"Oh?"
Morgan's fingers traced the edge of Rei's cheek.
"Speak. What is it?"
Rei took a deep breath, his tone filled with sincere apology.
"His appearance bears a striking resemblance to you, Your Highness. That is why I could not bring myself to kill him."
At this, Morgan smirked.
"Rei, are you saying you saw me in him?"
"Yes, Your Highness. That is exactly why I hesitated."
Rei's voice was resolute, his expression nothing but earnest.
There was no way for Morgan to doubt him.
She finally withdrew her heel from his lap.
"Rei, if that is the case, then you should have killed him."
"Anyone who bears even a hint of similarity to me is a threat."
"Yes, Your Highness. Looking back, I realize now that I should have done so." Rei did not attempt to deny his mistake.
"I am willing to accept any punishment."
"Punishment?"
Morgan rose to her feet.
Bathed in moonlight, her figure was ethereal—skin like flawless porcelain, moving with an elegance that made her seem more like a spirit than a woman of this world.
"Hmm… I should give you some kind of punishment."
Morgan turned, reaching for Rei's hand.
"Then you shall accompany me to sit upon my father's throne."