In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

Guinevere recalled the feeling just now and got goosebumps all over his body.

"Hmm... Has my husband forgotten what you told me before?"

Morgan had plenty of time to explain such trivial matters to her husband, and some verbal details were more worthy of her attention.

"Eh?"

Guinevere was slightly stunned, and then he suddenly remembered what he had promised his wife last night.

"But...but, this is a public place..."

"But there is no one here, is there?"

Morgan looked at Guinevere with some disappointment: "Or is it that my husband said this just to cheer me up...?"

"No, it's not! My wife...as long as my wife likes it."

Seeing his wife's disappointed and aggrieved expression, Guinevere didn't care about anything else and quickly explained.

Hearing her husband say this, Morgan naturally revealed a beautiful smile on her face.

"I'm really glad my husband can say that."

Morgan held out his hand

"Come, my husband, take my hand."

In front of Guinevere, Morgan stretched out her slender hand and spoke softly.

"Let's go to my workshop."

Her face was filled with, yes, a bright smile like that of a young girl, one that could be described as joy and happiness.

"My wife's workshop...?"

Guinevere naturally knew what kind of place that was. After all, when she first gave him the armor and the magic sword, they were obtained from the grand workshop.

However, he didn't know why my wife pulled him to the workshop at this time.

"I think there are some things you will like."

Morgan left the throne room through the side door, took Guinevere's hand, walked towards his workshop, and said.

She had brought Guinevere here in the same way before, but at that time the relationship between them was just that of a monarch and his subject. Morgan walked in front and Guinevere could only follow reluctantly.

Unlike now, the two have become a loving couple. After getting married, Morgan couldn't help but want to hold her husband's hand all the time.

"........."

Guinevere did not object to the fact that this was not very intimate, but what it revealed more was the faint sweet feeling between husband and wife.

But if it was in front of other people, he would still be a little too embarrassed to take the initiative to hold his wife's hand.

"What happened to my husband? Why didn't he hold my hand when we came to the morning court just now?"

Morgan asked as they walked.

"Well... let's not talk about it at other times, but Your Majesty still has to put state affairs first, right...?"

Guinevere lowered his head silently. Facing his wife's question, he knew that his high-sounding reason was a bit too perfunctory.

"If everyone sees us holding hands even during this short period of time, I'm afraid there will be some unpleasant rumors."

"Huh? What rumor? How come I didn't know about it?"

Morgan frowned slightly, imperceptibly.

"Just like when I moved into His Majesty's bedroom two years ago..."

Guinevere said: "In fact, there were quite a few rumors at that time... saying..."

"Um……?"

Morgan, who waited a moment but received no explanation, said, "What did they say?"

"They said... His Majesty intended to recruit me into the palace... to be his concubine."

"Ah, a mistress, is that something like a lover? Humph, this is the face of a demon. It really has never changed."

Morgan couldn't help but chuckle as she murmured to herself, then she turned to look at her husband.

"...But you are not my lover, but my husband."

Morgan said affectionately.

"Let them say whatever they want and ignore them."

"...Or has my husband heard something, so he...?"

"No...it's just my personal guess..."

"Your Majesty will be regarded as a tyrant... I will be regarded as a witch queen or something..."

"Hmph... A tyrant and a demon queen, isn't that a good match?"

Morgan chuckled.

"tyrant……?"

Guinevere was slightly stunned when he heard his wife's words.

"Doesn't my husband know?"

With a low sound, the workshop was opened, and Morgan walked in holding Guinevere's hand, saying at the same time.

"Because of what I did, I have long been hated by the fairies, but none of this matters to me. I only need Britain. As for the fairies, I will not redeem them, nor will I forgive them. That's all."

"……is that so?"

Watching Morgan expressing her wishes and goals, Guinevere nodded slightly. However, for some reason, his name was not included in her wishes, which made him feel a little lonely.

"——And now, I have someone new to hold on to."

Morgan turned around, and her gentle gaze fell on her husband, dissolving the loneliness in his eyes.

"My husband, I have something for you."

"……what?"

"Come on, close your eyes."

Although Guinevere was curious, he followed his wife's advice and slowly closed his starry eyes.

"Um... My wife, what on earth are you..."

Because he closed his eyes, the young man temporarily lost his vision and couldn't help but become nervous. He could feel the wind passing through the entire magic studio, but he couldn't feel where his wife had gone.

"Don't worry, I'm always here."

Being in her own workshop, even if Morgan did not hide her figure on purpose, as the owner of the workshop she would naturally cover up her already thin aura. Seeing that her husband was like a child who had lost his family and was getting increasingly nervous, Morgan could not help but speak out, and at the same time took out the things she had started to prepare when she proposed to him a month ago.

Then Guinevere felt a familiar delicate palm gently lifting up his left hand, and his left ring finger was gently pinched.

With a cool touch, Guinevere felt as if something was worn on his finger.

The boy trembled slightly unconsciously. He knew that something was worn on his finger.

"All right, my husband, open your eyes."

Morgan whispered in Guinevere's ear.

The eyelashes that were raised high trembled slightly, and the pair of starry eyes opened again.

When Guinevere opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was his wife stroking the back of his hand, and the second thing he saw was the extra ornament on the ring finger of his left hand.

A creature called "Ring" created by humans, symbolizing power, wealth, and love.

It was a silver ring, flawless like crystal and pure like a gem.

The smooth ring reflects brilliant silver light under the light. If you look closely, you will find that the silver ring is carved with some kind of exquisite technique with iris and rose branches intertwined in an intertwined manner.

And beneath the clusters of mustard-seed-thin, lifelike irises and roses, a string of beautiful characters was engraved.

——I love you more than you'll ever know

"My wife, what is this...?"

"This... is our wedding ring."

Morgan was also somewhat nervous, so much so that he didn't dare to look into his bright eyes.

"I started preparing it after I proposed to my husband, but at that time I didn't think of using it at the wedding..."

"Will my husband be angry?"

After all, making a ring was just a spur of the moment idea at first. Although the style and everything was ready, the words were actually carved in it a while ago when I was struggling with it.

It wasn't used in the wedding.

So Morgan thought, when Guinevere really entered his heart, perhaps he would put the ring on his hand.

Unexpectedly, their marriage was like a wonderful chemical reaction, which completely ignited all the goodwill they had accumulated for more than two years, and it became uncontrollable in just one day.

Morgan originally thought that this soul-stirring feeling should have left him long ago, but the fact was that this dry heart, which should have been riddled with holes, was once again soaked by the sweet spring water and made a tinkling sound.

“…No, how could it be…”

Guinevere smiled slightly: "As for me, there is nothing I can do to help my wife..."

"By the way...if that's the case, where is my wife's own ring? Has she made it?"

"Well... I did make more than one of this style..."

Not just one, but many, many.

Enough to fill a small box.

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PS: Morgan swore to Guinevere (not)

PS: Morgan changed Guinevere's name to Guinevere Le Fay.

PS: Thanks to Long Wu for the reward, I will add another chapter~

Pseudo·Act 122~I will love you more than I love myself

But Morgan wouldn't say that.

Because making the couple's rings was originally an act of hers on a whim, it was impossible for her to exaggerate her whim and desire any response from her husband.

It is not Morgan's style to use this kind of action that was just a spur of the moment to ask for so-called love.

At the same time, what you get in this way may not necessarily be love.

She knew that this was nothing more than a feeling similar to pity and was not worthy of being called love.

She didn't want to, nor did she want to, use this method to win her husband's heart.

The relationship between them must be pure, flawless and long-lasting, and there is no need to prove anything in this way.

"…Then, does my wife have any semi-finished products? If so, please give me one."

Guinevere hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether it was appropriate to say this.

"My husband...?"

"Well... I mean, my wife even made my ring... It would be a great dereliction of duty if I couldn't do anything for her..."

"At least, at least let me do something for my wife... That's what I think."

Although Guinevere felt that such a statement was a bit too shameless, as soon as he saw the ring his wife put on his finger, he still felt that as a husband he had to do something.

"Well……"

Morgan was a little surprised to see her husband's resolute attitude.

But if you think about it carefully, it is indeed in line with his personality. If he is left doing nothing at this time, he will probably suffocate to death.

Morgan frowned slightly and sighed helplessly.

"Then there's really nothing we can do... Never mind. If my husband insists on doing this, I have no reason to refuse."

Then, a gentle smile appeared on that frosty face.