In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

"I won't let you run away after winning."

"I see. I understand, Princess."

[Morgan pulled you along and walked openly through the corridor of the royal court.]

[Many maids cast regretful glances at you - after all, if your wife was Morgan, there would be absolutely no chance.]

[Morgan is very proud in her heart, but on the surface she still looks cold, as if marrying you is not a very happy thing.]

[You knew this very well, so you cooperated very well and acted humble.]

[You both maintained this state and entered the room one after another.]

"Did you see the looks in those people's eyes?" Morgan sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I know at a glance that they will definitely have thoughts about you in the future. I'm going to hang them all."

"Let's choose tomorrow."

"Not at all, Princess." Ian advised, "This is not the right time to start a war."

"Besides -"

"I don't care about the look in their eyes, no matter how sad they are, it has nothing to do with me."

"is it?"

Morgan looked subtly at Ian who was pledging his loyalty.

She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her slender and graceful jade feet gently poking out from under the princess' skirt, its surface as white as snow.

"Then I'll just have to believe your explanation."

"Now, come and put on my wedding dress."

"Yes, I understand, Princess."

【You and Morgan stand in front of the mirror.】

[You hugged her waist and felt the fragrance on her body. ]

[There are many roses you sent her in her room.]

[But you think those scents are nothing compared to her. ]

"My lady princess, I am sorry for the offense."

After Ian said this, his hand started from the waist and moved down along the princess's excellent figure.

The soft and fine fabric began to rub against the skin, making a rustling sound, which made people feel creepy.

The princess stood gracefully in front of the mirror, her feet wearing Camelot's most gorgeous clothes, which formed a wreath around Morgan's feet.

Morgan never lost her beauty, especially in moments like this one.

The curve of her collarbone was distinct, and the slightly concave area was like a clear lake in the forest, just like her birthplace.

Her breasts are naturally flowing and full, perfectly transitioning into a proud curve.

The pride of the British princess was fully demonstrated at this moment, her body was as beautiful as any of her peers.

The slender waist is tight without any excess fat, and the skin is slightly contracted, outlining the slightly oval belly button.

Further down, it is as white as ever. Perhaps this is what a flawless person is like.

Her feet stood on the extremely clean floor of the room, but seemed even cleaner than it.

Morgan touched Ian's hand, stroking it gently with her fingers, and her tone was somewhat charming and distant.

"Ian, am I beautiful?"

"You are so beautiful, Princess." Ian lowered his head, leaned on Morgan's shoulder, and took a deep breath.

"You are so beautiful that I wonder if I am dreaming."

"Then let's prove that it's not a dream."

Morgan breathed softly into Ian's ear.

"Ian, compete with me again and prove that you have the courage when you are standing."

"Understood, Princess."

Knights do not die with their bare hands.

They always have their own weapons.

In the mirror, Morgan and Ian hugged each other, looking very intimate.

She closed her eyes, her hands were held firmly by Ian on both sides, and her lips were tightly clenched together, with teeth marks clearly visible on them.

Her heels had left the ground, leaving only her toes struggling.

"My Lady Princess, you have a beautiful voice. Perhaps now is the best time to sing."

"Shut up, knight, it's not time for you to give a victory speech."

"I'll beat you before you beat me."

[It turns out that Morgan overestimated himself in this regard.]

[When Ian really wants to compete, he is far from being as humble as usual]

[She realized that she had raised a terrible beast.]

She lost again.

[And they lost completely.]

[Britain's morning dew fell onto the floor along the princess' long legs.]

The Second Law of Knighthood: When Morgan wants to win, you'd better think about how you can lose in a way that will please her.

"Ian, you should be happy to win, right?"

"Not happy."

"Do you dare to win next time?"

"I don't dare anymore."

"Very good, then I will reward you with some time to think about it."

Morgan said with an unhappy look on his face as he made Ian maintain a push-up position while he sat naked on him.

"Ian, you have to beat me at this kind of thing."

"You won't see a wedding dress today."

"But Princess, this is about a man's most basic dignity."

"I don't want to hear this." Morgan pulled Ian's ear.

"I just want to beat you at these things once, is that a problem?"

"My lady, no problem."

Seeing Ian's surrender, Morgan finally let his ear go.

And she also thought of something.

"Ian, I have an idea now."

"Please speak, Princess."

"that is……"

Morgan began to write his name on Ian's back with his fingers.

She seemed to be a little uneasy and confused about what she was going to say next, but she finally said it seriously.

"I want to write a letter to my father."

"Tell him you are my husband now."

40. The princess still has something on her mind

"My Lady Princess, what do you mean..."

"You should get up first."

Although she was not wearing any clothes, the only thing covering her body was her beautiful long silver hair, and there were traces of Ian's wanton entry and exit between her legs.

But Morgan still looked arrogant, as if she had never been defeated by anyone.

"Ian, do you have any comments?"

"No, I have no opinion." Ian answered without hesitation, "I just want to know why you do this, Princess."

"It's simple. I want to use you to win over my father again."

"Since my father values ​​your words so much, maybe he will change his mind about me after I marry you, right?"

Morgan still hasn't gotten over the fact that he inherited the throne from King Uther.

"My Lady Princess, is this one of the reasons why you asked me to marry you?"

"..."

Morgan turned his head away.

"Maybe, Ian, you know, I don't really..."

The stern princess hesitated for a moment and realized that she couldn't directly say the three words "I don't love you".

But Ian had already skillfully continued the conversation.

"You don't love me at all, do you?"

"I know, Princess."

"However, since this is such an important message to you, I think I have to deliver it in person. Do you think we will leave tomorrow?"

"Do not."

Morgan took Ian's hand.

"I'll go after you marry me."

"I want to declare to all of Camelot that you are mine."

【The wedding date arrives in the passing of time. 】

[You and Morgan had a grand wedding.]

[This is a wedding that all of Camelot must participate in. ]

[The capital city welcomed a grand celebration after a long absence. 】

Morgan called you into the room before taking the oath.

"My Lady Princess, you are wearing a wedding dress now... Isn't it inappropriate to do this?"

"Ian, am I not beautiful like this?"

"No, you are beautiful like this, of course."

"So--"

Morgan closed the door.

Wearing a white wedding dress, she was like a fairy in the lake, descending to the British land in the posture of a flower.

"Ian, I won't allow you to miss such a beautiful me."

[You and Morgan appeared in front of everyone.]

[The love between you two makes the people envious, and the girls who admire you are heartbroken. ]

【This is a perfect wedding. 】

【The marriage of King Lot and King Uther's daughter will be recorded in British history.】

【But only you know one thing. 】