[You hadn't expected Morgan to bring this up.]
[Just a moment ago, she was calmly discussing the wheat fields with you.]
[And more importantly—Arthur's kiss had happened quite some time ago.]
[How did Morgan even notice?]
[Something about this felt off.]
"My lady, this might not be exactly what you think. I—"
"Silence."
Before Rei could finish, Morgan pressed a slender finger against his lips.
"We'll talk when we get back."
"My foolish knight—"
Morgan's expression remained poised and composed on the surface.
But Rei could feel the pressure in her grip on the back of his hand tightening.
This was not going to end well.
[You carried Morgan back toward Camelot.]
[She didn't mention the wheat fields again.]
[You arrived at the capital.]
[Under the envious gazes of the people, the two of you stepped into the royal court. No one sensed anything amiss.]
[You returned to your chambers.]
[Everything inside was exactly as it had been before your departure, as if nothing had changed.]
With a soft click, the door shut behind you.
Morgan immediately shoved Rei onto the bed.
She didn't even bother removing her luxurious robes. She simply hovered over him, looming in the dimly lit room.
Her hands pressed into the mattress beside his ears, sinking the soft fabric beneath her weight.
Silken silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, strands brushing against Rei's face like delicate willow branches swaying in the wind.
The fabric of her robe clung to her chest, outlining a smooth and mesmerizing curve.
Her waist arched just above Rei's, and her hips lifted slightly, causing the flowing robe to drape like a waterfall along the bed's edge.
Her left knee was firmly planted on the sheets beside Rei's thigh, while her right knee pressed forward—against somewhere a bit more… threatening.
"Speak. Who was the wretched woman?"
Morgan traced a single finger across Rei's lips, leaving behind a faint warmth.
"Tell me now, so I can kill her."
"My lady, please listen—"
"I'm not interested in explanations."
Morgan's knee pressed down just slightly more.
"Rei, I only want an answer."
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"Alright, alright!" Rei raised his hands in surrender. "My lady, I'll tell you. I'll tell you right now."
"It was Arthur."
Morgan's pupils instantly contracted, her usually impenetrable gaze now brimming with a barely contained storm.
Her knee dug in just a little more, impatience breaking through her usual composed demeanor.
"Why is it that name again?!"
"Did you not swear that the next time you saw her, you would kill her?!"
"..."
"..."
"Rei, why aren't you saying anything?" Morgan glared down at the knight beneath her.
"Or do you not feel pain?"
"My lady, of course I feel pain." Rei's expression was tense. "But if enduring this will help you calm down, then I don't mind."
[Morgan heard your words.]
[She realized she had let her emotions get the best of her.]
[She finally loosened her hold.]
[She looked at you.]
"Very well. I am calm now."
Morgan adjusted her posture slightly, making herself appear less aggressive.
But her eyes, still locked onto the knight beneath her, remained filled with emotion that she couldn't suppress.
"If you have something to say, say it now."
"Understood, my lady."
Rei was unshaken by Morgan's piercing gaze.
"Your Highness, you are absolutely correct."
"By your command, I should have killed Arthur the moment I saw her."
"But in truth, I couldn't—there is a powerful magic protecting her."
Rei reached for Morgan's hand.
"My lady, I saw the same flower petals as before. That same magician may be interfering once again."
[Morgan did not doubt your words.]
[Through previous encounters, she had already sensed the immense power of this unseen magician.]
[Her expression softened slightly.]
"Rei, you're not lying to me, are you?"
"My lady, if I were to lie, this excuse would be far too weak."
Lying beneath her, Rei remained calm as he answered.
"If I truly wanted to deceive you, claiming that I never saw Arthur at all would have been a far better lie."
Morgan turned her face slightly—her way of acknowledging a mistake.
But Morgan never admitted fault. She simply corrected herself.
"Then why did she leave a kiss on your face?"
"My lady, I must be honest with you—Arthur is actually a woman affected by magic, and for some reason, she harbors a special affection toward me."
Rei's words were direct, and in return, Morgan fell silent.
After a moment, she spoke again, her tone laced with suspicion.
"So... because of this so-called special affection, you just willingly let her kiss you?"
"No." Rei shook his head.
"Though you may not believe me, my lady, she did it while I was off guard."
"Hah, I knew it."
Morgan quietly let out a sigh of relief.
"I knew you wouldn't have the nerve—That woman, I will uncover everything and kill her sooner or later!"
"My lady, may I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"You never actually knew someone had kissed me, did you?"
If this had all been a bluff, it would explain everything.
Morgan smirked coldly.
"What's this? Are you saying I, as your wife, am not allowed to question you about such matters?"
"No." Rei shook his head. "That's not what I mean."
"I simply thought that we could trust each other more."
Morgan leaned in, bringing her face close to Rei's.
"Where exactly did that wretched woman kiss you?"
"Somewhere around here..."
Rei pressed his fingers to his cheek—not that there was any trace left, but he still remembered the spot.
"Hah." Morgan's eyes gleamed with disdain.
"So that shameless girl still has a guilty conscience after all—"
"But I? I have no such shame."
With those words, Morgan tilted her head down, cupping Rei's face in her hands, and captured his lips in a deep kiss.
The space between them, in both mind and body, grew ever closer.
On the floor, a royal robe and a knight's tunic lay discarded.
The long-dormant flames of desire rekindled within the chamber.
This was Morgan's prelude before making an important declaration.
But she enjoyed it so much that she couldn't help herself, letting herself sink deeper, unable to extricate herself.