In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

My husband...My husband, what a nice name.

I like it very much, I like it very much. Not only that, I like it even more when he calls me "my wife".

Morgan secretly rejoiced in his heart.

But...but he didn't actually call himself my wife.

It's so depressing.

"My wife...what's wrong?"

Guinevere saw the frustration in Morgan's eyes and couldn't help asking.

"Um...no, nothing, I'm just a little tired these past few days."

"Are you tired? Do you want to rest more? Shall we go back to the bedroom?"

Guinevere asked instead.

"Well... there's no need to go through so much trouble. I think this place is pretty good..."

Morgan paused slightly.

This, this won't do. My mother is still in the palace right now. It would be terrible if I were to be exposed like this...

"……here?"

Guinevere subconsciously glanced around him, and saw only books besides the bookshelf.

"This is not a good place to rest."

How can one rest in such a place? Guinevere really doesn't understand.

"If my wife feels tired, why don't you come with me to find a bedroom to rest?"

"Well, no need, my husband, I don't want to go anywhere... I just want to stay with you for a little while, okay?"

As for going outside... "Morgan" really has no sense of security at all. Now she is like a frightened bird, and she will be scared at the slightest disturbance.

...It's not that I'm afraid of others...I'm just afraid that Guinevere will find out.

What if Guinevere really ignored her after he found out?

She just didn't want him to have only his mother in his heart.

Seeing his beloved wife's expression gradually becoming more aggrieved, with complex expressions in her water-blue eyes, Guinevere's heart softened unconsciously.

"Hmm...Okay then."

Guinevere was somewhat helpless, and took off the gorgeous robe he was wearing.

"My husband...?"

Morgan was a little surprised to see Guinevere suddenly vacate the bench and put his gorgeous robe on the chair.

"Well, don't you want to take a break?"

Guinevere exhaled helplessly, a warm smile appeared on his face, and he said, "If that's the case, just make do with it. After all, there's no room for a bed in the library."

"Well, the chair may still be a little too hard. My wife, please rest your head on my legs."

As he spoke, Guinevere smiled and patted his thigh.

"My husband..."

Morgan's sparkling eyes were filled with emotion.

As expected, he is such a gentle fairy...but why can't I see this side of him normally?

Could it be that I was rejected because I was too arrogant?

While thinking this, "Morgan" quietly moved closer to Guinevere, and then sat down in a breeze that was elegant but also had a hint of rose fragrance.

Although I had performed intimate actions with him more than once before, there were also times when I was more embarrassed than this...

But in her impression, Guinevere had never been as proactive and gentle as he was now.

Is this how my mother sees Guinevere on a daily basis...?

No wonder my mother likes him...

After accidentally seeing the boy's gentle side, "Morgan" immediately indulged in this gentle land. She leaned on the bench, then slowly lay down next to Guinevere, and finally rested her head on the Queen's thighs.

The chair beneath him was so hard that it was uncomfortable, but fortunately there was Guinevere's robe to cushion it;

His thighs were so soft and comfortable. From the angle she was lying on them, she could just see Guinevere's pretty face from a unique angle above his flat chest.

"How is it? Will it be uncomfortable?"

Guinevere asked, caressing his wife's head and stroking her long silver-blue hair.

"Well...I'm fine."

"Morgan" whispered softly, and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the queen's smooth cheek.

"...Okay, aren't you tired? Then go and have a good rest."

Guinevere sighed softly, gently squeezed his wife's hand that was touching his cheek, and then put it down.

"Woo..."

Morgan let out an unsatisfied whimper.

"What's wrong, my wife?"

"I can't sleep like this..."

Morgan had a hint of shyness in her eyes, but she still said: "I need my husband to kiss me before I can sleep."

"........."

Guinevere was slightly stunned, and then a blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Does it have to be this way?"

"Uh-huh."

Morgan nodded slightly.

Guinevere exhaled. If that was the case, then there was nothing that could be done...

The boy then lifted up the hair that fell beside his ears.

Then, as Guinevere bent down, Morgan's forehead felt slightly hot, and then a slight coolness came.

"Okay, we're done kissing, my wife, go to sleep."

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PS: Third update

PS: I will update twice a day from now on, but each chapter will have 3k words, which should be about the same as the previous three updates.

Pseudo·Act 125~Who is on the fifth floor?

[Morgan] was slightly stunned, and then realized what had happened.

"What's wrong? We've already kissed, right? Okay, go to sleep, my wife."

Guinevere seemed completely unaware that there was anything wrong with his behavior. He just smiled and gently stroked the forehead of his beloved wife with his delicate fingertips, as if to confirm the kiss mark he left.

Kiss... Of course this is a kiss...

[Morgan] curled his lips unconsciously. How could this not be considered a kiss... But how could this possibly satisfy him?

This is not the kind of kiss she wanted...

She wanted a kiss...

But if I mention it to Guinevere now, it would be too suspicious.

Compared to momentary happiness, Morgan can more or less distinguish priorities.

Although she felt a little unwilling in her heart, she was now in the appearance of a mother, so it was not appropriate for her to do those excessive things that she usually did.

...Oh, forget it.

With his head resting on the Queen's thigh, Morgan soon fell asleep.

"Hey..."

Guinevere exhaled lightly.

It's really hard to pretend that nothing is wrong...

His fingertips gently caressed his wife in his arms. Although she had already done her best in appearance...

But... no matter if they are humans or fairies, they don't just rely on appearance to distinguish one from another.

Be it temperament, behavior, or actions, these things are not easy to imitate.

Not to mention that someone pretended to be his beloved wife who had been with him every day for two years.

"…Are you asleep?"

Guinevere asked softly, and the fairy girl lying on him naturally did not give any answer.

"I know you are not my wife. It is not easy to pretend to be my wife in front of me... Tristan, even though you are my wife's adopted daughter, your temperament and behavior are far inferior to my wife's."

He sighed softly, as if he felt helpless about Tristan's behavior.

Although the disguise on the surface has been done very well, almost flawless, there is too much difference between Her Royal Highness the Princess and his beloved wife. Perhaps he can hide it from others, but it is impossible to hide it from himself.

But ah...what to do?

Guinevere was somewhat conflicted. Should he expose her disguise and treat it as just an ordinary farce, or should he cooperate with her and act with her for a while?

In the past, Guinevere would have exposed her without hesitation, and would even have gone to his wife and ridiculed her to prevent her from doing such a prank again.

But some time before the marriage, Tristan's sudden expression of feelings and his wife's words made him somewhat shaken.

——"You always let her do whatever she wants in front of you, but you don't care about her real thoughts"?

Some time ago, his wife gave the most concise explanation of their relationship.

...Indeed, I did ignore Tristan's feelings and intentions. I just thought, "Maybe it would be better to let her be more free," but I forgot her real thoughts.

As for Tristan's true thoughts... maybe he just likes me...

Guinevere had already forgotten how the fairy girl, who had always been at odds with him, had fallen in love with him imperceptibly. By the time he came to realize it, the two of them had already started to like each other and liked to quarrel in front of his wife every day.

At that time, the wife would try to stop the fight helplessly and amusedly, but in the end she was forced by them to take one side.

It was a very interesting time.

But now he has become the wife/His Majesty's partner, and there is a gap in status between him and the little princess in his arms.

Guinevere, who had been deeply influenced by human culture under Klar's teachings from the very beginning, found it difficult to accept the almost explicit love from Her Royal Highness the Princess.

How can I reject her, and how can I make her give up this meaningless relationship...

Guinevere was somewhat distressed by this.

However, when she was willing to transform herself into his wife in order to be close to him, Guinevere was somewhat touched.

Should I say I was angry... or was I angry out of shame...

Guinevere couldn't explain what kind of emotion this was. Perhaps it was a mixture of pity and helplessness.

It’s hard to explain. It’s really hard to explain.

Guinevere sighed softly. Forget it. There was really no need to run to his wife and expose his daughter's pranks. Besides, that might not be too hurtful.

After all, he couldn't do such an extreme thing, especially since Tristan must have done it largely because of him.

Forget it, since you don’t plan to expose it, just let it go.

There was a soft light flickering in the boy's starry eyes. Let's see how long this scene can last. Just treat it as keeping Tristan company.

"Tristan..."

Guinevere gently stroked the fairy girl in his arms, who looked and dressed exactly like his wife, and whispered, "You say... Is this okay?"

"……Um……"