In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

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The light here is much dimmer than that in the royal city. In the night sky tonight, there is no moon to replace the sun to spread its soft light all over the earth, but this place is still covered with a layer of cold silver frost against the backdrop of the brilliant galaxy and the starry sky.

Above the sky is brilliant indigo and stars of various colors.

Under the sky, blue roses bloomed all over the field, one after another, forming a sea of flowers.

The wind blew between the two of them, and the mirror was closed silently.

Almost in an instant, the whole world seemed to fall asleep and was extremely quiet.

The gentle breeze passed through the petals that had just touched their calves. Each petal of the blue rose swayed gently in the wind, bringing a burst of fresh fragrance from their feet.

Under the rose petals, the resting fireflies were disturbed by the breeze, and then they spread their wings again, lighting up a patch of color among the sea of flowers.

The faint light from the sky and the faint light from the ground reflected each other, and together they engraved the incredibly shocking beauty of the moment into their eyes.

"........."

She was stunned for a moment, as if a part of her heart was awakened again.

Fairyland is the kingdom of fairies, a very beautiful country.

Such a scene is indeed shocking, but it is not the only one in the entire dreamlike and picturesque fairy kingdom.

However, she almost forgot how long ago it was that she saw such a scene and felt the shock to her soul.

Just like the sun room in Orkney...

A little princess who was raised with love by a fairy/clan, forgot her mission, and fantasized about building a fairy-tale kingdom where everyone can live happily, just like the world she once saw.

"My wife, my wife, my queen, Morgan le Fay."

The body of the person she loved deeply beside her pulled her consciousness back to this beautiful sea of flowers in the starry night.

Morgan subconsciously turned her head back. The memory just now made her dazed and she suddenly forgot the real purpose of their coming here.

Guinevere took out from his arms the ring that his wife had given him two years ago, which was not yet completely finished.

Now, exceptionally beautiful characters are engraved on it.

"——Please accept this long-overdue gift from me."

There was a hopeful smile on the boy's face, and Morgan didn't think much about it. He just stretched out his hand and let him put the ring, which was a pair with the one on his ring finger, on where it should be worn.

The flawless silver ring was woven with a lifelike pattern of roses and irises growing intertwined, and in the center of the ring was a circle with the words "I love you more than myself".

I love you more than I love myself

This is a loving confession from a beloved husband to his wife.

Morgan just looked at it as he put the ring on his finger, the same ring as the one on his ring finger.

"Does it look good, my wife?"

Guinevere stood up with a satisfied smile on his face.

Gazing at her beloved husband at this moment, the trance in Morgan's eyes faded away, and the frost between her brows also completely melted away.

There is nothing to hesitate about anymore.

Her delicate hands gently stroked her husband's fair and handsome cheek, and then touched his light blue lips.

Guinevere paused for a moment, but it was not the first time after all, and he immediately responded after the pause.

But he seemed to have underestimated his wife this time.

This kiss... is so intense.

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PS: Three more

Pseudo-Chapter 130~First Time

He just barely remembered that in that sea of blue roses in Salisbury, his wife suddenly kissed him as if possessed. The attack was fierce. At first he could resist and even fight back, but as time went by, his tongue felt a little sore, but his wife still had no intention of letting him go.

After two years, my wife's kiss is no longer as cold and bitter as it was when we first got married, but more like jelly covered with honey.

The cool and refreshing lips carry an irresistible sweetness that makes people unable to stop indulging in it.

"Ho..."

"call……"

Even their breathing unconsciously turned into rapid and hot gasps, carrying a unique fragrance between them as husband and wife.

It is like the morning dew and the honey from the beehive.

The skin that was in contact with each other began to heat up unconsciously and turned lightly red, as if water could be squeezed out with a light pinch.

Their breath blended together, and their warm breath dazzled each other's eyes.

"Wait...Azuma, um, no, no."

I clearly cannot go on. It feels like I am drowning. My body is aware of the danger, but I cannot extricate myself. Instead, I sink deeper and deeper.

"...Well, what's next is really not suitable to be done here."

Morgan hummed softly, making a very cute, or perhaps seductive, nasal sound.

"……Eh?"

Guinevere had no idea what his beloved wife meant by this, but before he could turn around, the mirror that spanned space was opened again, and this time it was her turn.

White, delicate fingertips rested on Guinevere's shoulders and gently pushed him back.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness had not yet fully transformed into a physical reflex in Her Majesty the Queen's mind before her body fell onto the large bed in the bedroom behind the mirror.

Morgan gently raised her fingertips, and a strong wind blew, rolling up the blue petals in the sky and falling on the big bed on the other side of the mirror and on her husband's body.

The scent of Blue Rose lingered at the tip of my nose, and the touch of my hands was no longer just the delicate, smooth bed, but also slightly cool petals.

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

Guinevere felt his head was a little dizzy because of the overly intense kiss and the gentle push.

But he had a sense of what was going to happen next.

"Can you please be a little gentler..."

The slightly blurry black figure in front of her eyes suddenly appeared white under the light, and her wife smiled slightly.

"...Okay, then be gentler."

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Early morning

As the bedroom of the Queen of Winter, it naturally has all the facilities you need.

There are even some things that other people can't think of or dare not think of.

Compared to this, the hot spring bath located on the upper level of the palace, on the side of the royal city, is nothing.

wow-

The pool water, which was just above body temperature but not too hot, was stirred, creating ripples.

After nearly midnight of joy, while His Majesty was tired and fell asleep, Her Majesty the Queen walked alone into the hot spring pool covering an area of thousands of square meters to wash her slightly sticky body.

"Oh... my wife is really something."

"…It's too hard to do something like this for the first time."

Guinevere couldn't help muttering to himself as he used the pool water to wash off the sticky liquid and the blushing smell mixed together from his body.

When he thought about what had just happened, Guinevere's face turned red unconsciously.

But...it's really comfortable...

This thought came to his mind involuntarily.

"No, no—no, no."

After realizing his dirty thoughts, Guinevere shook his head vigorously.

How could he indulge in such dirty behavior... If this were to happen, wouldn't he really become a demon queen who brought chaos to the court?

This kind of thing really needs to be done in moderation.

Well, even if my wife wants it... it'll only be once every few days at most...

However, just as Guinevere was thinking this, he heard the crisp sound of smooth jade feet stepping on the mirror-like floor.

And he was so familiar with this pace and rhythm.

Morgan simply wrapped a towel around his body. After waking up from a short rest, he, like Guinevere, thought of taking a bath in the bathtub.

"My husband is here too."

Morgan loosened the towel around her body and stepped on the water of the bathtub with her lotus feet, which were as smooth as jade and as white as pearls.

Guinevere blushed and subconsciously avoided looking away, Morgan couldn't help but smile when he saw it.

"We've already done it...my husband still can't let go?"

"My wife... maybe you should be a little more careful...?"

Guinevere tried to act nonchalant and said as he glanced over his shoulder.

"…It's okay. It's okay in front of my husband."

Morgan cast a loving gaze upon Guinevere, and Her Majesty the Queen unconsciously put her hands under her.

...lest his wife see him react again...

"Okay, no, let's not talk about this anymore. Go back and have a good rest after taking a shower..."

Guinevere said, "My wife hasn't slept well. If I don't rest quickly, what will I do when I have to attend the court?"

"Ok?"

Unexpectedly, Morgan showed an innocent expression.

"Isn't it because my husband is too difficult to satisfy in this aspect?"

"……Eh?!"

Guinevere's cheeks flushed.

"I think the latter part is enough, but my husband still doesn't seem satisfied, so I have to sacrifice my life to accompany my husband?"

Morgan's cheeks became increasingly red as she watched her husband suddenly realize that they had misplaced their positions.

"No, no, I'm not that lewd... I wouldn't be like this if it wasn't for my wife."

Guinevere shook his head quickly. Now that he said that, he was passively accepting it while enjoying the taste of it, but in the end it was still his problem. He felt that he would never be able to face his wife again.

"Haha... Don't worry, I won't laugh at my husband."

Seeing her husband slowly shrinking into the pool with his head left in shame, Morgan couldn't help but smile, then she squatted down and said.

"Um... my wife..."

Looking at his naked wife squatting in front of him, Guinevere's restless eyes fell on somewhere.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"It's...it's flowing out..."

"Uh...um..."

Now even Morgan's face lost some of its composure, and a beautiful blush covered her cheeks.

She slowly sat down in the pool water which was almost knee-deep, and the awkward atmosphere between the two of them gradually dissipated.

"Wow... the temperature of the pool water at night is pretty good, not too cold, and just the right temperature."

Morgan tries to communicate with her husband again, who is almost withdrawn.

"Um……"