"Rei, why aren't you saying anything?"
Morgan looked at the man before her—the one who had endured countless hardships for her—with a slightly displeased expression.
After all, in her mind, Rei should have reacted with astonishment, perhaps even feeling honored, after she said those words.
At the very least, he should have shown some surprise.
But his current silence almost felt like he was saying, "I'm not interested."
"Do you not like this kind of thing?" Morgan asked again.
"No." Rei quickly shook his head. "I just didn't expect that you, Princess, would want me to experience this surprise in advance."
"I had thought that only on the wedding day would you allow me to see you in your wedding dress."
"So right now, my mind is in complete chaos. I have no idea what words could possibly express the excitement I feel—"
"That's simple."
"Express it with actions."
Morgan's sapphire-blue eyes locked onto Rei's, the depths of her gaze like an ocean, carrying a hint of barely restrained lust.
Her hands entwined behind Rei's neck, forming a delicate yet firm circle.
"I haven't forgotten how I lost to you that day."
"I won't let you win and run away."
"I see. I understand, Princess."
[Morgan openly led you through the palace corridor.]
[Many maids cast regretful glances your way—after all, if your wife was Morgan, then they would never stand a chance.]
[Morgan was secretly pleased, but on the surface, she maintained a cold demeanor, as if marrying you was nothing to be happy about.]
[You knew this well, so you played along, adopting a humble posture.]
[Maintaining this act, the two of you arrived at her chamber.]
"Did you see the way they looked at you?" Morgan sat on the edge of the bed.
"Just one glance, and I can tell they'll have thoughts about you in the future. I'll have them all hanged."
"Tomorrow should do."
"That's unnecessary, Princess," Rei interjected. "This isn't the time for such drastic actions."
"Besides—"
"I don't care about their gazes at all. No matter how sorrowful they may be, it has nothing to do with me."
"Is that so?"
Morgan gazed at Rei, who had just sworn his loyalty.
She sat silently on the edge of the bed, her slender, delicate feet peeking from beneath her dress, as pale as freshly fallen snow.
"Then I'll reluctantly believe your explanation."
"For now—help me into my wedding dress."
"Hmm, understood, Princess."
[You and Morgan stood before the mirror.]
[You wrapped your arms around her waist, inhaling her scent.]
[Her chamber was filled with the roses you had given her.]
[Yet, compared to her, those fragrances were insignificant.]
"Pardon me, Princess."
As Rei spoke, his hands moved from her waist, tracing downward along the graceful contours of her body.
The fine fabric of her gown brushed against her skin, rustling softly, creating a sound that was almost hypnotic.
The princess stood tall before the mirror, her feet resting atop the finest garments in Camelot, which lay around her like a wreath encircling her delicate steps.
Morgan had never lost her beauty—especially in moments like these, when she was alone with Rei.
Her collarbone was elegantly defined, the gentle hollows reminiscent of a serene woodland lake.
Her chest curved naturally and generously, seamlessly forming an alluring silhouette.
The pride of Britannia's princess was displayed in its fullest—the beauty of her figure was unparalleled among women.
Her waist was slender and taut, with not a trace of excess, and her skin tightened slightly around her navel, shaping a delicate oval.
Further down, her skin remained as flawless as ever—perhaps this was what perfection looked like.
Her feet, resting on the immaculate floor, somehow seemed even purer.
Morgan reached for Rei's hands, her fingers gliding lightly over his, her voice carrying a teasing allure.
"Rei, do you think I'm beautiful?"
"You are breathtaking, Princess." Rei lowered his head, resting it against Morgan's shoulder, taking a deep breath.
"You're so beautiful that I'm beginning to wonder if this is a dream."
"Then prove that it isn't."
Morgan exhaled softly into Rei's ear.
"Rei, challenge me again—prove that you still have the resolve to stand your ground."
"Understood, Princess."
A Knight(Man) Never Fights Unarmed (Flaccid).
They always have their weapons up and ready.
In the mirror, Morgan and Rei were locked in an intimate embrace.
Her eyes were closed, her hands clasped tightly in Rei's grasp, while her lips were firmly bitten, the imprint of her teeth visible.
Her heels had lifted from the floor, her toes making small, desperate movements.
"Princess, your voice is lovely. Perhaps now is the perfect time for a song?"
"Shut up, knight. You haven't earned the right to declare victory yet."
"I'll defeat you before you defeat me."
[But as it turned out, in this aspect, Morgan had overestimated herself.]
[When Rei truly became serious, he was far from the gentle knight he usually appeared to be.]
[She realized she had nurtured a fearsome beast.]
[She lost once again.]
[And this time, she lost completely.]
[The dewdrops of Britannia fell along the princess's legs, landing on the floor.]
The Second Law of Knights:
When Morgan wants to win, consider carefully how you should lose to keep her happy.
"Rei, you must be pleased to have won."
"Not at all."
"Then will you dare to win next time?"
"...No, I won't."
"Very well, then I'll reward you with some more time to think."
Morgan, sitting naked on top of Rei while he maintained a push-up position, spoke with clear displeasure.
"Rei, you just had to win against me in this, didn't you?"
"You won't be seeing the wedding dress today."
"But, Princess, this is a matter of a man's most fundamental dignity."
"I don't want to hear it." Morgan grabbed Rei's ear.
"I just want to win against you in this, just once. Is there a problem?"
"No problem at all, Princess."
Seeing Rei submit so obediently, Morgan finally let go of his ear.
Then, a thought crossed her mind.
"Rei, I have an idea."
"Please speak, Princess."
"It's just..."
Morgan began tracing her name on Rei's back with her finger.
She seemed a bit uneasy and hesitant about what she was about to say, but in the end, she spoke with sincerity.
"I want to write a letter to my father."
"Telling him that you are now my husband."