(TL Notes: A bit of NSFW.)
Morgan lounged sideways upon the throne.
The sheer fabric of her gown had slipped down her skin—whether by chance or design—exposing the pristine curve of her pale shoulder. The faint swell of her chest rose subtly beneath the gossamer veil, a whisper of form beneath the moonlit glow.
Yet, Morgan paid no heed to such details.
One delicate foot, emerging from beneath the folds of silk, pressed firmly against the knight's body—right at the threshold where plains met valleys. Her azure eyes, soft yet unfathomable, shimmered like fractured crystal, both inviting and unreadable.
Rei knew that, in this moment, Morgan had fully embraced the role of King. And he, as ever, was prepared to play along—whether or not there was an audience.
"Your Highness speaks true. I shall kneel at once."
"Wait—"
Morgan's perfectly maintained foot halted his movement.
"I've changed my mind."
Resting her chin upon her hand, she regarded him with a languid smile.
"If this is to be a formal rite…" She let the words trail, her expression unreadable. "Then I should inspect your armaments first."
[You could never refuse Morgan's demands.]
[Though the setting was wholly inappropriate, you complied, unfastening your armor at her command.]
[Even knowing this was nothing more than her amusement.]
[…]
[From her seat of power, Morgan observed the entire process, occasionally halting your movements at her whim.]
[During these pauses, something caught her attention.]
"Rei," she mused, a note of suspicion lacing her voice. "Where is your sword?"
There was no point in deception. Rei answered plainly:
"I gifted it to Arthur, Your Highness."
Morgan's expression chilled in an instant.
"Rei!"
Her voice was sharp as a blade.
"That man again? Are you truly so enamored with him?"
"It was a miscalculation, Your Highness," Rei admitted, bowing his head. "I accept my failure with shame."
Morgan's eyes narrowed.
"Then perhaps you need a reminder… of to whom you belong."
Her foot glided upward, pressing against Rei's shaft—slow, deliberate. The pressure was neither too firm nor too light, just enough to ensure he felt every movement as she traced idle veins against his skin.
"Consider this your punishment."
Morgan's foot, supple yet unyielding, moved with a precision that was almost unnatural. She knew exactly where to press, how to unnerve him—how to torment him.
Of course, she did.
No one knew Rei better than Morgan.
At last, he yielded.
"I was wrong, Your Highness," he murmured.
"I should never have given away my sword without your consent. Please, grant me the chance to atone."
"Is that all?"
Morgan remained unmoved, relentless.
"Then tell me, Rei—what will you do when next you see this Arthur?"
"I will find a way to kill him."
A slow, satisfied smile unfurled upon Morgan's lips.
"Good."
"See that you keep your word."
At last, she withdrew her foot.
But this was no act of mercy.
It was merely a prelude.
Shifting upon the throne, Morgan sat up properly, her legs parting slightly as her hands came to rest upon the gilded armrests. She leaned back into the wine-red cushions, her expression one of languid command.
"The true inspection begins now, Rei."
"Let us hope your remaining weapons prove just as… exemplary as ever."
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[You fully understood Morgan's intentions.]
[Yet, something felt different tonight.]
[Seated upon the throne, she seemed unwilling to follow the usual order of things.]
[But she did not tell you how she wanted them to change.]
[For the first time, you felt the true complexity of indulgence.] [Yet, you were not afraid.]
[Because as much as Morgan understood you, you understood Morgan.]
[She was the one woman who could command you completely, and you were the one knight who knew her best.]
"Forgive my impertinence, Your Highness."
Rei slowly knelt before her.
The princess's feet were ever as soft and smooth as polished silk, each inch of skin worthy of reverent admiration.
But this was not the time for artistic appreciation.
He held them carefully, lifting them higher—
Higher than Morgan's forehead.
Higher than her ears.
Until they rested upon the throne's velvet cushions.
"Rei, do you realize what you're doing?" Morgan asked, meeting the gaze of the knight who loomed ever closer.
"I do, Your Highness," Rei answered without hesitation.
"You are the future King, and I am your knight. In this matter, there is only one role for me—to serve you."
"So then—"
Morgan glanced at the space beside her ear.
"This is your justification?"
Rei nodded.
"Yes, Your Highness."
"You need only sit upon your throne. I will kneel and swear my loyalty."
"Rei, do you understand where we are?"
Morgan's voice took on a peculiar note.
"This is the royal throne. And I am your princess."
"To commit such impropriety upon a king's seat… it is a crime punishable by a thousand arrows."
"And yet, Your Highness, you did not stop me."
"… "
"… "
Their eyes met.
In that moment, they understood each other completely.
Two souls, bound by unspoken desires—how could they ever resist the lure of a new thrill?
[You and Morgan engaged in a deep and thorough exchange.]
[Mystic Magic Acquired: Once again, Morgan seems to have woven an unknown spell upon you, veiled in secrecy. Yet, you can feel it does you no harm.]
[You are defiling the throne of King Uther.]
[Yet, instead of regret, you find greater joy in the sight of Morgan's quickened heartbeat.]
[After all, he was merely a king who abandoned his daughter.] [And she is the one to whom you swore your loyalty.]
[Which is more important? The answer is obvious.]
[Still, this act of defilement brings you a rare sense of clarity.] [You remember there is something you must bring up.]
"Your Highness."
"Hm? Have you realized your mistake?"
"Yes, I now understand the weight of my transgressions. I am deeply ashamed." Rei's voice was utterly respectful.
"But there is something else I must ask for your approval on."
"At a time like this?" Morgan scoffed, an amused smirk playing on her lips.
"Rei, you certainly have a talent for choosing your moments."
"Still, since you've been… diligent, I'll allow it. Speak."
"Your Highness—war rages on, the harvests are failing, and refugees have begun gathering near the capital."
"If possible, I believe we should act. It may serve to strengthen your authority even further."
"Rei, I am aware of these matters. You are right—something must be done."
Morgan extended a hand, trailing her fingers along Rei's cheek.
"But this time, I want you to handle it."
"Go and establish your own prestige."
"You want me to do it?" Rei was momentarily taken aback.
"Your Highness, my reputation is meaningless."
"This is your kingdom."
"Rei."
Her voice dropped, cool and commanding.
"You do not need to teach me how to rule."
Morgan had always carried herself above others, her every gesture exuding quiet authority.
"I have told you before—everything of yours belongs to me."
"Your reputation is no exception."