(TL Notes: Changed Blonde to Silver hair. Since her hair changes once she matures.)
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"Princess, do you mean..."
"Get up first."
Though she wore nothing, with only her beautiful silver hair draping over her as a form of covering, and traces of Rei's indulgence still visible between her legs, Morgan still exuded an air of authority, as if she had never lost to anyone.
"Rei, do you have any objections?"
"No, none at all," Rei answered without hesitation. "I just want to understand why you are doing this."
"It's simple. I want to use you to win over my father again."
"If Father values you so highly, then perhaps, after I marry you, he might change his view of me as well."
Morgan still had not given up on inheriting the throne from King Uther.
"Princess, is that also one of the reasons you insisted I must marry you?"
"…"
Morgan turned her face away.
"Maybe. Rei, you know, I actually..."
The cold and proud princess hesitated for a moment, unable to bring herself to say the three words: "do not love you."
But Rei, already familiar with this, completed the sentence for her.
"You actually don't love me, right?"
"I understand, Princess."
"But since this is such an important message for you, I should personally deliver it. Shall I leave tomorrow?"
"No."
Morgan grabbed Rei's hand.
"Marry me first."
"I want to declare to all of Camelot that you belong to me."
[The Wedding Approaches with the Flow of Time]
[You and Morgan held a grand wedding.]
[It was a ceremony in which all of Camelot had to partake.]
[The capital, after so long, finally welcomed another grand celebration.]
[Before the vows, Morgan called you into her chamber.]
"Princess, you're already wearing your wedding dress… Isn't this a little improper?"
"Rei, don't I look beautiful like this?"
"No, you look absolutely stunning."
"Then—"
Morgan closed the door.
Dressed in white, she was like a fairy emerging from the lake, descending upon the land of Britain in a bloom of elegance.
"Rei, I won't allow you to miss such a beautiful version of me."
[You and Morgan appeared before the people.]
[Your love-struck display left the citizens in awe, while the young maidens who admired you could only watch their hearts shatter.]
[It was a perfect wedding.]
[The marriage between King Lot and King Uther's daughter would forever be recorded in Britain's history.]
[However, only you knew one thing.]
[Morgan completed the wedding while carrying your seed in her belly.]
[From time to time, she would gently stroke the fabric of her wedding dress over her stomach, silently reminding you not to forget.]
[Seeing your flustered yet forcedly joyous expression amidst the celebratory atmosphere brought her immense delight.]
[Of course, this secret would remain forever hidden.]
[Camelot seemed to enjoy a brief moment of prosperity due to your wedding with Morgan.]
[But both of you knew it was an illusion.]
[You had to act quickly.]
[By day, you both fulfilled your duties as princess and prince consort.]
[By night, you indulged in passion as always, and in the brief moments of clarity afterward, you contemplated your next course of action.]
"Rei."
Morgan lay in Rei's arms, wearing only a sheer gown, her silver hair cascading over his chest.
In her hand was a parchment filled with writing.
Though Morgan was infatuated with the physical pleasures she shared with Rei, she had never forgotten her true goal.
"The situation isn't as simple as we thought."
"You may have to be gone for a long time."
Rei knew Morgan wasn't exaggerating.
It had been a long time since any new graves were dug near the capital—meaning knights were no longer being sent back from the front lines.
Communication between both sides had nearly collapsed.
Whether this was good or bad was hard to say.
After all, if the battle had reached a stalemate, the frontline wouldn't be able to spare knights for a return to the capital.
"Understood, Princess."
"That's all you have to say?" Morgan folded the parchment and set it aside. "Not even going to argue against my orders?"
"Thinking it over, even I feel it would be foolish to do so."
"Princess, you know I never question your commands. They are simply what I must do."
"True."
Morgan turned over, lying on top of Rei, looking down at the man who never once complained about her.
"But if the journey becomes too dangerous, I forbid you from risking your life."
"You have no right to decide the fate of your own life."
"Because it belongs to me."
Rei chuckled. "Princess, may I take that as a sign that you care for me?"
"You may." Morgan replied. "So you should be even more grateful."
"Princess, when did you get the mistaken idea that I was not grateful to you?"
"Just now."
Morgan shot him a resentful glance.
"It was a little less than usual, wasn't it?"
Rei raised a brow, surprised.
"Princess, you could tell?"
"I told you, your body belongs to me. So I've studied it thoroughly."
Their gazes met for a moment, before both of them burst into laughter.
"Rei."
Morgan traced her fingers over the firm muscles of Rei's abdomen.
"Let me ask you a question."
"Please, go ahead, Princess."
"What kind of name do you like for a child?"
"Ah… that…" Rei hesitated, then smiled slightly. "I like whatever name you like, Princess."
"Really?"
"Really. The name my princess likes is the name I like as well."
"Then… how about Gawain?"
"A wonderful name."
Hearing his answer, Morgan's fingers playfully slipped beneath the covers.
She gazed at the strong knight before her, eyes filled with allure.
"Rei, the night is still long."
"Make me happier, won't you?"
[A few days later.]
[You believed Morgan's excuse of searching for her favorite flowers as the reason for her departure from the city.]
[You declined the requests of others to accompany and protect her.]
[At the city gates, before a watching crowd, you and Morgan shared a reluctant farewell.]
[You set out on your journey alone.]
[You crossed streams, passed through forests, climbed mountain paths, and walked through golden wheat fields.]
[You traveled for a long, long time.]
[Eventually, you came upon a village.]
[You decided to rest there before continuing on.]
[But you didn't expect to encounter Britain knights in this place.]
[Skill Activated – Natural Affinity: Knight's Presence – Your presence is unmistakable, and the knights quickly accepted you as one of their own.]
[From them, you finally received long-awaited yet dreaded news.]
[The frontlines of Britain had been utterly shattered by Vortigern's forces.]
[You realized that King Uther was walking toward his inevitable defeat.]