In the Fairyland, I became the Fairy Queen

When Morgan came back, Guinevere was still sleeping soundly.

Morgan naturally didn't want to disturb his rest, but she happened to have nothing to do today, so she simply sat beside the bed and quietly looked at her husband's sleeping face.

Guinevere's body on the big bed was barely covered by a thin blanket with a scarlet seal tattooed on it. His charming sleeping face seemed even gentler and more fragile than when he was awake.

His beautiful starry eyes could not be seen because he had fallen into a deep sleep. His white arms and hands were pressed together, entangled with a part of his black hair that was pressed under his body, revealing a different kind of beauty.

Morgan did not disturb him, but when she saw her husband's gentle sleeping face, she couldn't help but move her face closer.

Applying a hint of light green lip gloss, Morgan let out a soft breath, as if on a whim, wanting to see her husband's reaction.

At the same time, Her Majesty the Queen, who was still asleep on the bed, trembled her long and slightly curled eyelashes slightly, and then slowly opened her starry eyes.

"My wife...?"

"Are you awake, my husband?"

Morgan calmly stepped back a little, so as to prevent her husband from being frightened by her sudden approach, although she herself felt that this situation should not happen.

In fact, there really isn't.

Guinevere rubbed his sleepy eyes slightly, his black hair casually draped over his body. The bright black color collided with the white and red of his whole body, creating a strong visual impact.

Morgan stared at her husband who was slowly getting up with sleepy eyes, and couldn't help swallowing.

...Well, Guinevere wasn't the only one who enjoyed a good time with his partner.

...When it comes to the person you love deeply, you can't help but lose control, and naturally there are more than one person.

But Morgan is too embarrassed to say that the incident in the bathtub later was because she wanted it again and she deliberately seduced her husband.

After all, at that time...

Who can stand it?

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Pseudo-Act 132: Overturn

In the bedroom, Guinevere, who had already gotten up, was helping his beloved wife handle daily government affairs as usual.

"I've taken care of all these things, my wife."

"Well, just leave it there, my husband."

The happy smile on Morgan's face never faded, as the relationship between her and her beloved husband deepened until they crossed the final line last night. She felt that now that she ruled Britain, had found her daughter, and was in love with her husband, she had achieved the ultimate happiness.

...As long as this happiness continues, that will be fine.

Guinevere chuckled, turned around, and brought over the brewed tea.

"Hululu..."

The warm red tea with a sweet fruity aroma was poured into the exquisite teacup, and a mist rose up.

Morgan's nose twitched slightly, and his ice-blue eyes shifted slightly.

"Come, try the black tea I just brewed."

"……Thanks."

Morgan gently picked up the insulated tea tray, blew on it habitually, and took a sip of the perfectly warm tea with his pale blue lips.

"what about the taste?"

“I like everything you make.”

Morgan couldn't help but smile at her husband's question.

"By the way, I also want to ask my husband."

"Where exactly is that sea of ​​flowers we visited last night?"

Morgan still had some doubts about this.

"Well... in Salisbury."

Guinevere was silent for a moment, and then said, "To be precise, it is on the outskirts of Salisbury."

"Hmm? Really? Then how did my husband know about such a place? Did he discover it when he was touring Britain?"

"...No, three years ago, when I left Salisbury, I planted a blue rose there...In fact, I have always been silently looking forward to it blooming into a sea of ​​flowers in the end."

"I originally thought that it might have died in the suburbs a long time ago... I didn't expect that my assumption would come true."

Guinevere couldn't help but let his eyes wander, recalling the moment he left Salisbury.

"So that means... this sea of ​​flowers was reserved for me long ago? Thank you, my husband."

Morgan couldn't help but raise his hand and hold Guinevere's delicate fingertips.

Perhaps this was not exactly what he meant, but Guinevere did not refute it, because his heart at this moment was real, and not the state of mind that had been deceived in a dream.

"Ahem, even if my wife said so, I wouldn't be happy..."

Although what he said was true, Guinevere unconsciously turned his face to the side and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

"It doesn't matter. The flowers and grass are not important for now. Even if my husband can't make tea for me, I will make tea for him."

Morgan laughed as he quickly scanned the letters sent from those cities.

"Well... I can't help but ask for something more outrageous than a simple pot of tea, ok?"

The fairy knight's fingertips gently went around Morgan's shoulders, and then he gently hugged his wife's snow-white neck from behind.

"Um...like what?"

Morgan simply put down those annoying reports and turned his head slightly with a smile.

"…My wife, tell me, how long has it been since you left Camelot?"

Guinevere held his beloved wife tenderly in his arms behind Morgan's back, but suddenly began a slightly serious topic, speaking softly.

"…Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Morgan paused slightly and couldn't help but chuckle, as if to ease his embarrassment.

"Hmm...Nothing, just asking on the spur of the moment."

Guinevere silently put his lips close to Morgan's ear and exhaled a breath of warm air, causing the queen, who had always been as unmoved as a mountain no matter what happened, to tremble.

Itchy and hot.

But it's kind of comfortable.

"Will my wife lie to me?"

Morgan felt her beloved husband hiding behind her, gently rubbing her sensitive ears with his breath, which was particularly stimulating.

"Huh... my husband definitely doesn't want to hear lies, right?"

She tried to calm herself down, but Guinevere's breath hit her sensitive ears again and again, burning them red.

Guinevere was very satisfied with the fact that his beloved wife was trying to be serious at the moment, but was made uneasy by his arousal.

"What does my wife say?"

"You definitely don't want to, right?"

"Hmm... huh, well, if you don't count the time last night, I haven't left Camelot for almost a hundred years."

"One hundred years...? Then why did you leave Camelot last time?"

Guinevere rested his chin on his wife's shoulder and asked, "Was it the one about the disaster that devoured the land?"

"Hmm... yes..."

Guinevere's tone became more serious.

"During all this time, my wife only left Camelot once to clear away the disaster?"

"..."

Morgan didn't answer, which was considered as his consent.

"Then my wife is too pitiful, isn't she?"

Guinevere's voice dropped, and he couldn't help but say, "I have devoted everything I have to the Britain I love... Isn't there nothing left?"

"how come……?"

Only when facing this topic did Morgan seem completely different from her previous spiritually dry self.

She raised her hand gently and tentatively touched her husband's hair and cheek on her shoulder.

"I don't just have Britain. I also have Tristan... and my husband, right?"

"But Tristan and I have only been with my wife for less than ten years..."

Guinevere's starry eyes revealed pity and sadness, "In the decades that we haven't met you, how many long years have you been alone and waiting for us...?"

Ai Fu's words made Morgan fall into deep thought involuntarily.

...Yes, how long have I been sitting there trying to get Britain?

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years?

No, it's longer than that.

If the Fairy Kingdom had not still used the time when she reigned over Britain as the method of reckoning, she herself would probably have almost forgotten how long she had sat on the dry jade throne.

"Hmm... maybe..."

Morgan said subconsciously.

"That's why our meeting and love are given meaning."

Guinevere whispered in Morgan's ear.

"My husband...?"

"Please put aside your duties as queen for a moment and at least take a good look at what your own Britain looks like... ok?"

Guinevere revealed his true intentions and spoke out his true thoughts.

Put aside your duties as Queen of Britain for the moment...?

If anyone else dared to say such things to Morgan, she would definitely think they had evil intentions and kill them on the spot.

Even if he doesn't die, he will probably be punished bloodily.

But the person who said these words to her at this moment was her beloved husband.

Of course, he couldn't have any ill intentions. He just really felt tired of himself.

"…Do I look tired in my husband's eyes?"

Morgan asked calmly.

"I'm not talking about my wife's spirit, I'm talking about her soul."

Guinevere leaned on Morgan's shoulder. There was not much difference in height between them to begin with, and at this moment, such an intimate action between husband and wife blurred the boundaries between them.

"...You refused to tell me how long your almost dried-up soul had been wandering on this land, and how many hardships you had gone through."

"If you are tired, you should take a good rest."

"Why do you force yourself like this? Is my wife the kind of idiot who forces herself to keep working like a machine even though she's exhausted?"

Guinevere, leaning on Morgan's shoulder, spoke with a tone full of heartache.

"fool……?"

Morgan was slightly stunned.

...Yes, perhaps, that is really the case.

As he whispered this in his heart, Morgan couldn't help but hum softly, and a beautiful smile naturally appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, my husband is right."

"…But isn't it a bit too much to describe your wife as a fool?"

Guinevere's expression stiffened for a moment. Feeling that the atmosphere seemed to be a little wrong, Guinevere couldn't help but speak.