In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Having long left the willful princess behind, the boy with bare feet stepped across the smooth floor and finally stepped into the familiar territory of the past two years.

Under normal circumstances, he would never have barged into the bedroom so rudely, but he could no longer care about that now.

"…What is it, Guinevere?"

Morgan naturally heard Guinevere's cry, and it was the first time she heard her knight's panicked voice.

When a figure wearing a palace dress walked out of the bedroom, Morgan saw a scene that she would never forget.

"Guinevere?"

"His Majesty……!"

Guinevere took a step forward subconsciously, but his clothes were exposed unconsciously. The boy's smooth and slender snow-white feet stepped on the pieces of his clothes, and he lost his balance in an instant.

Morgan fell into a brief daze almost as soon as she saw the boy in front of her. Then she saw that the boy who wanted to say something to her suddenly lost control of his body and pounced towards her.

“Ugh—?!”

With a cry of surprise, a slightly cold pair of arms wrapped around the boy's body. Almost in an instant, Guinevere, who had lost the last bit of his modesty, met the eyes of the queen who was hugging him.

"Aha………"

A wisp of mist slowly emerged from Guinevere's mouth, and her fair face turned red.

"Guinevere?"

Compared to Guinevere, whose body temperature and heart rate rose rapidly, Morgan was much calmer.

Although she saw something very extraordinary at a glance, in order to take care of Guinevere's fragile psychology, she still tried her best to maintain the most basic calmness.

Well, although she didn't know what had happened, everything was still within her acceptable range for the time being.

After all, who would have any ill feelings towards their future partner?

However, Guinevere's appearance still made her feel a little surprised.

After all, he is Guinevere... If I had behaved a little less naturally in front of such a thin-skinned man, he would probably be ashamed now.

"Your Majesty—"

But even if Morgan had taken into account that Guinevere's psychological quality was not enough to withstand such a shock, Guinevere himself could not accept that he would be in such a disgraceful state in front of the person he admired and had a slight crush on.

"That—I—"

But before he could make any excuses, the voice of Her Royal Highness the Princess was heard outside Morgan's bedroom.

"—Guinevere!"

The sound of Her Royal Highness the Princess's scarlet hollow high heels tapping rapidly on the smooth floor came from far away.

"Your Majesty...I..."

"Okay, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Morgan did not hide him behind him as Guinevere had expected, but raised his wide sleeves and draped his robe over the naked boy.

"Guinevere! I found you. I told you, you can't get away today!"

In front of Morgan and Guinevere, the little princess with long red hair said aggressively.

Guinevere said nothing, but silently hugged his future wife, hoping to escape.

"…Okay, Tristan."

Morgan silently glanced at the expressions between the two people, and when he thought about their relationship, he basically guessed what had happened.

She couldn't help but sigh softly.

"…Even if I don't reject your pursuit of Guinevere, you can't ignore his wishes and do whatever you want."

"No way, mother, this is what we wanted, right?! Guinevere?!"

The fairy girl said without any hesitation.

But it was very obvious that the tone of Her Royal Highness the Princess was tough and threatening to Guinevere.

"No... No! It's you..."

How could Guinevere possibly agree with such far-fetched remarks?

"All right."

Morgan said, "No matter what, Guinevere will be my future husband, your father and queen, so you can't treat him like this."

"Well, if there is nothing else, go back first... Also, you cannot stay in Guinevere's bedroom and attack him. Do you understand?"

"........."

“Hmm…Hmm…”

The look in Her Royal Highness's eyes gradually changed from the self-righteousness at the beginning to a look of deep reluctance.

"Tsk - I, I understand... Mother..."

No matter how unwilling and unconvinced she was at the moment, since her mother had already said so, she could only give up obediently.

But before leaving, the Fairy Knight Tristan glared at Guinevere fiercely, as if he wanted to bite a piece of flesh off his body.

Guinevere waited until the crisp footsteps faded away before he heaving a sigh of relief and sitting down weakly at Morgan's feet.

"I have escaped..."

"Hey, you too."

Morgan slowly squatted down. Guinevere was slightly stunned and subconsciously wrapped himself tightly around the robe that His Majesty had draped over him.

"You always let her do whatever she wants in front of you, but you don't care what she really thinks. This time you are lucky, my knight."

Morgan gently raised his fingertips and stroked along the fair skin that was still exposed to the air because Guinevere could not wrap it tightly with the robe. Then he gently lifted the boy's chin, and his cold lake eyes met the boy's starry eyes.

"I guess this is a painful lesson for you, but I can't guarantee that you will have such good luck next time."

"But... I am your Majesty's knight after all... your Majesty's future partner... Sir Tristan treats me like this, doesn't your Majesty care?"

Although both his eyes and expression revealed unspeakable shame, Guinevere still asked this.

Guinevere was asking about His Majesty's attitude towards Tristan's behavior, but in fact the young man was alluding to Morgan's own wishes.

Was it just a momentary impulse or a whim that made him choose me as his partner?

Or do you really like yourself and want to be loved by yourself?

Your Majesty...can you answer me?

Guinevere's starry eyes silently revealed such thoughts.

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PS: The sixth update

Fake·Act 104~Kiss

Morgan pursed his lips.

"My knight, if I told you that I chose you as my partner only on a whim, would you refuse?"

"will not."

Briefly and directly, Guinevere gave his answer.

"Hmm? Why? You must hate such irresponsible thoughts the most, right? It doesn't matter if you get hurt like this?"

Morgan asked rhetorically.

"Because I am still His Majesty's knight, this fact cannot be changed no matter what my identity is."

"It is you who gave me a new name and a new meaning. Whether it is my strength, my life, or my value, all of these exist because of you."

"I will not deny the things that His Majesty has bestowed upon me, nor will I abandon the mission that His Majesty has entrusted to me. Apart from this, there is nothing else."

Even though the young man in front of Morgan was not wearing armor and holding a magic sword like before, and was even naked and could only rely on a robe to barely cover his body, Guinevere's tone was still firm, like a rock.

Morgan couldn't help but feel helpless.

Although this is true, Guinevere's own meaning is particularly obvious.

In this case, you are still my king and I am still your knight, and this will not change in any way. The title of partner is ultimately just a useless lie, a piece of trash like waste paper, and nothing else.

Judging from Guinevere's daily character, this can be said to be a very decisive and ruthless response.

"Hmm... Although it does sound good, Guinevere is destined not to achieve this level."

Fortunately, this is just a hypothesis after all.

Delicate fingertips lifted the boy's smooth chin and gently moved his head closer to Morgan's stunning face.

"His Majesty……?"

"But I want to tell you that I mean it, Guinevere."

Morgan's words were not to be questioned, and his answer now made Guinevere stunned.

"What's wrong? Is it hard to imagine? The cold and heartless Queen of Winter in the rumors can also have love like humans... Is that right?"

"I...I didn't mean that..."

Guinevere didn't know why he was getting anxious. He didn't regret His Majesty's indifference towards him, but he really couldn't stand the misunderstanding of himself by the person he admired.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I know it, Guinevere."

Morgan's fingertips gently stroked the boy's cheek with love and affection, and the Queen of Winter's eyes were rarely filled with pity.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are no longer hurt by others, my knight, my beloved Guinevere."

"What………"

Guinevere stood there in a daze as if he had been hit hard.

He never dared to hope for anything again. However, Morgan's words at this moment seemed like a heavy hammer that easily broke through the last defense in Guinevere's heart.

Morgan chuckled and said, "Now you should believe that my feelings for you are not just a whim, right?"

"I...I believe..."

Guinevere was stunned for a few seconds and murmured like a dream: "But why...if you care about me...if you like me...why do you turn a blind eye to Tristan's behavior?"

"It's obviously not allowed between her and me, but..."

"Because I can see that Tristan likes you too."

"How can this be possible? I will be your Majesty's partner from now on. How can I ..."

"What the human system is like has nothing to do with me, you, or Tristan."

Morgan said: "The fairies are just clumsily learning human social civilization. Whether it is on the surface or in its essence, the culture and civilization of human society are just props used to liven up the fairy world, just like those humans."

"Whether it's a human or a fairy, I don't care."

"…As long as we can be happy, okay? Guinevere?"

Unconsciously, Morgan touched Guinevere's palm again, his jade fingers staggered through the boy's fingers, and their delicate palms came together. The two interlocked their fingers again and spoke.

Morgan's gaze was so gentle that Guinevere couldn't refuse.

"But... Your Majesty, I..."

Guinevere was silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"I'm sorry... I can't accept it yet."

"Well... although this is indeed very sudden... but I still want to ask, why?"

Morgan didn't seem angry or frustrated for his daughter, he just nodded in understanding and asked softly.

"Although I know Tristan likes me, I can't accept this relationship... The person I like... is you, Your Majesty."

"But at least it's not annoying, right?"

Morgan cleverly seized the loophole in Guinevere's words.

She then moved closer to Guinevere. The young man was naked, and now he was only relying on her robe to barely cover his body.

Guinevere subconsciously resisted such overly intimate actions, but because the person in front of him was His Majesty, he silently endured the gradually growing shame and pretended to be indifferent.