In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

"...No, I don't think so. I have some things to do here, so I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while."

The goblin knight Lancelot smiled dryly.

"Hmm, I see. That's a pity."

Aurora saw the dragon fairy's embarrassment, but did not point it out. Instead, she chose to give her some alone time and space to calm down out of kindness.

"Humph."

The Fairy Knight Tristan curled his lips...Forget it, as long as Guinevere and mother are happy.

She had nothing to sacrifice, and she didn't want much, just Guinevere and her mother.

If they are together, then I will still be the winner.

Well, both Mother and Guinevere are my wings.

As for now...it's my mother's wedding day after all, so it's only natural to give Guinevere to my mother today, right?

Well, but she won’t be polite anymore in the future.

"It's amazing, Tristan, that you didn't follow."

The fairy knight Gawain was in a good mood, having calmly watched the entire wedding and secretly hoping that such experience would come in handy for him at some point. He couldn't help but start a joke.

"Ah, normally at this time you would jump up and down excitedly, and make a lot of noise to get in between His Majesty and Lord Guinevere... No, it should be between Her Majesty the Queen, right?"

"Tsk, a celebration almost makes your brain active, Gawain."

Fairy Knight Tristan curled his lips and said in a slightly unhappy tone, "Everyone knows that my mother and Guinevere have just gotten married. It would be too tactless for me to just follow them casually."

What is unexpected is that the Fairy Knight Tristan did not act according to his own wishes this time, which is really jaw-dropping.

"... Humph, no matter what, I am still willing to give this little time to mother."

The fairy knight Tristan snorted lightly, no longer willing to stay here, and left with crisp footsteps.

"Gee..."

The goblin knight Gawain exhaled lightly.

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PS: The eighth update

Pseudo·Chapter 116~Deep Love Kiss

Camelot City, His Majesty's bedroom.

Two figures, one in black and one in white, held each other's fingers. Morgan and Guinevere, who had just become husband and wife, walked together in the corridor of the royal court that they had walked through countless times.

"Well, Your Majesty..."

The young man, whose hand Morgan had been holding, gradually became nervous for some reason. It was really strange. He had lived in the palace for two years and was very familiar with everything here.

But just at this moment, I couldn't help but feel my heart beating faster and I became more and more nervous while His Majesty was holding my hand.

"what happened?"

Morgan's voice was not as quiet as usual, but carried a hint of joy and tenderness. As she walked into the bedroom, she turned her head to the side, revealing a smile of an icy beauty on her peerless face half covered by a veil.

"Um... Your Majesty... the hand is too tight..."

Guinevere felt a little embarrassed, and when he met those bright eyes, the boy's starry eyes involuntarily moved his gaze away.

"Hey, but if they are a couple, isn't it natural for them to do this?"

However, Morgan did not let go of his hand easily because of Guinevere's words.

"No, that's not what I meant..."

Guinevere explained, blushing.

"Hehe... it's not bad for our relationship to start with words like this."

As if receiving a satisfactory answer from the boy's face, Morgan smiled slightly and unknowingly approached her husband.

"Haha, since we're already married, should I call you 'my husband'?"

"Um..."

The young man, who used to be serious in his work and calm in front of His Majesty Morgan, suddenly lost his courage and just nodded slightly in front of Morgan.

"So...what should you call me?"

However, Guinevere's reaction did not completely satisfy Morgan. She stared at the boy's head, only the side of his face was exposed, and there was a hint of joking in her tone.

"Should I continue to call you Your Majesty..."

Guinevere asked tentatively.

But such an answer was determined not to satisfy his wife.

Morgan didn't say much, but gently stroked her husband's delicate cheek, making it impossible for him to escape from her eyes.

"No, Your Majesty, you should call me, "My Wife" or... "Dear"."

Morgan took off her crown and the veil on her face. Her charming face with light makeup was charmingly beautiful under the light, especially the light blue lipstick. When the corners of her lips were slightly raised, it was as touching as the clear waves of a lake at night illuminated by the moonlight.

“Eh…?”

Guinevere flushed.

"This, this, this...this...name...I can't use it."

Although he had been with His Majesty for more than two years, such a shock was still too great for him.

It wasn't that he was shocked by Morgan's change of identity, but he was simply shocked by the ambiguous... no, the title of straight ball.

"Hmm? Why not?"

Morgan was not angry at Guinevere's temporary resistance, but asked with interest.

"To me, your Majesty is your Majesty..."

"……Do not."

Before Guinevere could finish his words, Morgan gently raised her slender white jade finger and placed it against his lips.

“Maybe it was like that before, but not anymore.”

"From the moment I declare, I am your wife and you are my husband. I will use everything I have to love you. This is my choice. Do you understand? My husband?"

He was no longer addressed as my knight, but as my husband... Guinevere could not help but be slightly stunned.

But no matter what, he could indeed feel Morgan's thoughts and feelings.

"........."

The young man in a suit with long hair tied up pursed his lips, as if he was sorting out his emotions and sorting out his feelings.

"I understand...my...my wife..."

This voice almost condensed all the courage of the young man's body and mind, and it was also his determination to transform all the vague affection he once had for His Majesty into liking and love.

Although the sound was not loud, it was clear enough for the wife to hear while she was standing nearby.

The Queen of Winter, who had already obtained the whole of Britain, showed a satisfied smile on her face, but she said, "Hmm? What is my husband saying? I don't think I heard it clearly."

"Hey, why is this happening..."

Guinevere was stunned, and for a moment he felt that all his courage disappeared quickly like flying sand in an instant.

"I didn't hear it clearly just now, could you please say it again, my husband?"

Morgan had a faint, slightly teasing smile on his face.

"But I..."

Guinevere wanted to cry but had no tears. He had finally mustered up the courage to say it, but the other party had misunderstood it.

"Then will Your Majesty still listen carefully?"

"Well, listen carefully this time."

Morgan smiled and waited for the boy's greeting.

"My wife..."

"Yes, I heard it, my husband...but I think the sound just now sounded better."

Guinevere felt an itch in his ear. Morgan's blue lips rubbed against the boy's ear, giving him goose bumps.

"Eh?"

Guinevere's eyes widened when he was suddenly told that he had been deceived.

"Were you just lying to me?"

"Of course. This is the first time my husband has called me that. How could I miss it?"

Morgan's gentle words immediately dispelled the boy's slight resentment caused by being deceived.

"But it's true that I haven't heard enough. Can you say it a few more times?"

"Well... my wife."

"My wife..."

"My wife..."

Guinevere didn't know how to describe how he felt now. He just felt a little strange, especially since his previous state had changed to some extent.

A day ago, there was still a considerable distance between him and His Majesty, even though His Majesty Morgan had already made up his mind at that time, and he had also made up his mind to accept it.

But when Her Majesty, to whom she had great admiration and gratitude, lay on the soft big bed in an inadvertent moment and snuggled into his arms, resting her head on his belly, an almost dreamlike feeling of unreality suddenly came over her.

He could only give a passable answer based on his previous experience of communicating with His Majesty.

But regrettably, at this moment he is no longer the fairy knight who only needs to dedicate his loyalty to the Queen of Winter, or in other words, in her eyes, his top priority is no longer her knight.

It was her husband, the Spring Queen of the Fairy Kingdom.

Morgan then moved. She first gently brushed her husband's cheek with her fingertips, and then asked, "...my husband, do you think we should get married or not?"

"Or, my husband, will you regret it?"

"…Well, Your Majesty, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Guinevere hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively.

"Humph... That's of course the truth."

Morgan smiled. He never expected that the knight who was always serious around him would tell such a joke.

"...To be honest, I can't really explain it myself..."

The boy placed his hand on Morgan's head, and gently stroked her long silver hair with his delicate fingertips, and said.

That’s right, although it was true what he said to Lancelot, it didn’t mean that Guinevere really had the answer in his heart.

Although everyone had given him enough advice to consider during the previous few days, and he had made his choice afterwards, even with the assurance of Ainsel, the patriarch of the Mirror Clan, he still couldn't help but feel a little hesitant about the future that had not yet arrived.

Even Guinevere himself knew very well that this was human nature. Not to mention other fairies, he himself, who was closer to humans on a spiritual level, could not avoid it.

"I don't know what will happen after I marry His Majesty... Maybe it will be the same as before, or maybe..."

"Are you worried about the future? My husband? My knight."

Hearing Guinevere's inevitably confused murmur, Morgan couldn't help but raise his other hand and hold the boy's cheek.

"Indeed, such thoughts are unavoidable, but you still misjudged your wife."

The soft bed curtains seemed to come alive, and as they fell, they pulled the newlyweds beside the bed to the middle of the bed.

Morgan rose from Guinevere's arms and pushed him down on the soft big bed.

"I said it, didn't I? My husband, I will try my best to love you."

The two people, who could not even be called in love, snuggled together on the big bed in an ambiguous posture that only husband and wife could face each other.

"do you remember?"

"Um……"