In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Pseudo·Chapter 118~Good morning

Guinevere had a good dream.

Normally he seldom dreams, and he doesn't know why.

Many people say that dreams are an extension of reality.

But I seldom dream, so when I dreamed for the first time at night, I couldn’t tell whether I was in reality or a dream.

Guinevere could seldom tell whether his dreams were pleasant or terrible, and the things he dreamed about were always trivial and insignificant.

But when he thought about it carefully, nothing happened that made him resist. It was just a very ordinary dream that he would forget as soon as he turned his head.

Later, Guinevere found out that goblins also dream, just like humans.

As to whether this behavior is due to the fact that fairies have the same dreaming behavior as humans or whether fairies learned the dreaming behavior from humans, it is unknown.

But that was all in the past. When Guinevere opened his sleepy eyes in the morning light of the next day, the beautiful dream that kept echoing in his mind last night was completely forgotten.

...Hmm...what on earth did I dream about last night...

Guinevere's gaze rested on the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.

The reason why he said familiar was because Guinevere had been in the palace for two years. He had even been to the place where His Majesty slept before. And unfamiliar...

Maybe it’s because today is the first time I’m lying on this bed and looking up at this huge ceiling.

It really feels like a dream.

Guinevere sighed to himself and turned to look at his wife who was sleeping beside him.

His Majesty, the Winter Queen of the Fairy Kingdom, to whom he should devote his entire life to.

Although he had been living with His Majesty in the palace for two whole years, this was the first time that Guinevere had the honor of seeing His Majesty's beautiful sleeping face.

"..."

He could clearly hear Morgan's gentle breathing, and the warm breath sprayed on his clothes along his nose. Because they were so close, Guinevere could feel the smooth and soft breath hitting his body, which made him feel a little itchy.

"…Your Majesty…You are so beautiful even when you are asleep."

Not knowing where he got the courage from, or perhaps simply because Morgan was still asleep, Guinevere stared at the beautiful face so close to him and couldn't help but whispered something.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the beautiful wife in front of him opened her bright eyes.

"…Talking when I'm not paying attention, does that count as a compliment to me, my husband?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?!"

Guinevere was startled by Morgan's sudden awakening: "Are you awake...?!"

"Humph... If I hadn't woken up earlier, how could I have heard my husband's heartfelt praise?"

Morgan had a faint smile on his face.

Guinevere was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed. "Then, then when I was talking just now, Your Majesty had heard it? ... Could it be that Your Majesty was pretending to sleep?!"

The husband who was worthy of her deep love suddenly blushed with embarrassment, and Morgan's face was also full of smiles, with a hint of pampering in his eyes.

"No, actually I just woke up, but I didn't have time to open my eyes... I didn't expect that my husband's praise would come to my ears as soon as I woke up."

"Wuwu...Ah, no, that, that was just an accident..."

Guinevere turned away his starry eyes, trying desperately to escape the gaze that made him feel so ashamed, while defending himself.

"Ok, I know."

"Eh... Because he's my husband, that's why he said that at that time, right?"

Morgan enjoyed watching Guinevere blush with shame, but she knew better than to push her too far.

Otherwise, if her beloved husband was really pushed into a corner, he might ignore her, or because of long-term teasing, he would quickly get used to this state, and then it would be difficult for her to see him so cute again in the future.

As Morgan thought this, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He didn't expect that he would start enjoying the sweet married life so soon.

"But, my husband, have you forgotten something that is very important to us?"

"Ugh...what?"

The young man, whose mind didn't react immediately, asked subconsciously, but because of this, when his starry eyes looked into his wife's, he realized that he was wrong.

"Don't call me Your Majesty."

Morgan gently stroked Guinevere's cheek and spoke with his mouth slightly opened.

"…I'm sorry, my wife."

"Genggen, there's no need to apologize, my husband. There's no need for apologies between us as husband and wife."

Morgan said, "It's just that I don't want you to still regard me as your majesty in the capacity of a former knight. We are husband and wife, and this is the unchanging relationship between us from now on."

She spoke so seriously, and it was obvious that she had thought it over carefully, that even in the face of such a serious oath, Guinevere could not help feeling ashamed of his hesitation.

"That...I..."

Just when Guinevere was about to say something, Morgan changed the subject.

"...But this is just a small title."

Morgan smiled at the suddenly stunned starry eyes, with a clear and gentle warmth in her autumn eyes like the first thawing of glaciers in spring, and said: "If my husband regards me as his wife, then it is not a big deal if he calls me 'Your Majesty' more often and 'my wife' less often."

“…My wife.”

Guinevere gently took Morgan's delicate hand that was caressing her face.

"Eh……?"

This caught Morgan off guard.

But Morgan's dazed look killed half of the courage that Guinevere had just mustered.

"Well... wasn't that shout I just made very nice?"

Guinevere was a little unsure.

"…No, how could this happen?"

Morgan's cheeks also flushed, "As long as it's my husband's voice, it's the best."

In fact, she was not particularly good at handling such inappropriate love words, and she didn't know whether her husband would be happy after hearing them.

"Then from now on, when in public, I will still call you Your Majesty. If there is no one around... like now... I will call you my wife, okay? My wife?"

"...Yes, okay, my husband."

Morgan nodded with a slight blush on his face.

"Well, then get up and prepare for the morning court."

As he said this, Guinevere walked down from the soft and warm purple bed.

Morgan was also about to get out of bed, but he happened to see Guinevere, who had gotten out of bed, not changing his clothes, but standing by the bed waiting for him.

"What is my husband doing?"

"Of course, I am going to wait on my wife to attend the morning court."

Although he had made countless mental preparations in his heart, Guinevere's face was still filled with an unnatural blush when he said this.

"...After all, this is also the responsibility between husband and wife...right?"

"........."

There were no words to describe how Morgan felt at this moment.

She just felt that marrying Guinevere was probably the most correct decision she had made in the past five hundred years... no, a thousand years.

"Well, okay, then... my husband, come and change my clothes for me."

As he got out of bed and took the hand that Guinevere handed over to him, Morgan's heart began to beat violently uncontrollably.

Guinevere couldn't help but pause.

Changing clothes...

The two newlyweds couldn't help but look down at each other with a little shyness at the same time, finally landing on each other's dresses and palace skirts.

----broken.

This was an idea that came to the two people almost at the same time.

It's broken. Now you're shooting yourself in the foot.

It's broken. Now you're shooting yourself in the foot.

Two people thought of the same thing.

I thought it was just combing my hair or something...

I should have just said something like comb your hair...

Changing clothes...

Changing clothes...

A slight blush crept up the necks, cheeks, and then to the tips of the ears of both people.

What to do next...

Oh no, the progress seems to be too fast to be stopped...

The fingers, which neither of them could see, were completely entangled together, silently illustrating the shyness and entanglement of the newlyweds.

But as time went on, they felt they couldn't drag it on any longer.

Forget it... we have come this far anyway...

Morgan's heart was made up;

Guinevere gave up the struggle.

Come on then...

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Pseudo·Chapter 120~Wearing stockings

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Pseudo Chapter 121: I love you more than you think

Today's morning court was no different from usual.

But no matter what, it's over.

Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the ambassadors and ministers leave the throne.

"What's wrong...? My husband?"

Morgan asked as he looked at the young man who sighed softly beside him.

"Well, it's nothing. I was just a little nervous just now..."

Guinevere subconsciously wanted to smooth down the long hair that fell on his shoulders as usual, but when he raised his hand, he found that he had grabbed nothing.

After a moment of stunned silence, he realized that his hair was tied up.

At this moment, there were only two of them left on the throne.

"Huh? What's there to be nervous about?"

Morgan sat on the throne, looking at the handsome young man sitting next to him, and an indescribable sense of pleasure slowly emerged in his heart.

"I usually stand beside His Majesty, and everyone is used to it... But today I sat beside His Majesty, and everyone kept looking at me..."