The Day the Princess Declared Sovereignty

[Artoria proved with her actions that she was indeed worthy of the Sword in the Stone, which symbolized the throne.]

[With this momentum, she was able to move into the royal court.]

[However, the coronation ceremony still required some time to prepare.]

[During this period, Artoria would live in the royal court as an uncrowned king.]

[Although you intentionally kept her room as far away as possible from your and Morgan's room, they would inevitably have some meetings.]

[It was a scene described by the serving maids as "Camelot's harsh winter".]

Inside the royal court corridor.

"Good morning, Princess, good morning, Lord Ian."

"Good morning."

"Please work hard today aswell."

Ian responded to the maids' greetings with a smile. After watching them walk away, happy because of his few words, he whispered to Morgan beside him.

"Princess, you rarely pay so little attention to your manners."

"You seem very unhappy today."

"Yes." Morgan didn't hide her thoughts.

"I'm really unhappy right now."

"Ian, tell me, why was that Artorius able to move into the royal court? You should know that I don't want to see her at all."

What was supposed to come would come eventually.

Morgan would ask this question sooner or later.

But Ian wasn't nervous—because he did have a reason to explain everything to Morgan.

"Princess, because I found that we did overlook a problem."

"Overlooked a problem?" Morgan frowned slightly.

"Yes." Ian nodded, "Princess, although Vortigern hasn't invaded with his troops for a long time."

"But his strength is still not to be underestimated. I think you know this better than I do."

Morgan wasn't stupid.

As soon as Ian said this, she immediately realized the hidden meaning.

"Are you trying to say—"

"Use Artorius's hand to get rid of Vortigern?"

"That's right, in that way, we can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble."

"Also, I want to tell you one more thing—that is, Artorius's real name is actually Artoria."

Morgan didn't respond to Ian's words.

She just grabbed his hand, and this was enough to answer all questions—she accepted this explanation.

The two continued to walk forward and came to the familiar garden again.

Looking at the budding flowers, Morgan spoke again:

"The flowers are about to bloom again."

"Ian, I order you to answer that question again—who is more beautiful, me or the flowers?"

"This time, I don't want to hear you say I'm more beautiful than the flowers, nor do I want to hear you say the flowers are more beautiful than me."

Ian smiled slightly and quickly answered:

"Princess, there's only one answer—"

"You are as beautiful as the flowers."

"Then how do you plan to explain this time?"

"It's very simple."

Ian looked at Morgan beside him.

"Because you appeared here, Princess, the flowers got the words to describe them."

"You are the flowers, and the flowers are you."

"So you are as beautiful as the flowers."

"Where did you learn so many sweet words?" Morgan gently pinched the back of Ian's hand, "You're so good at making people happy."

"Because you need it, Princess, so I learned it."

Just as Morgan wanted to say something more, a voice came from behind them.

"Eh? Mr. Ian, why are you here?"

Ian and Morgan turned around at the same time, and then saw Artoria standing there.

The moment her eyes met Morgan's, a chill spread through the corridor.

It was an invisible snow and a hidden wind.

Everything was calm.

But everything was not so calm.

This was roughly the so-called "Camelot's harsh winter".

"Artorius, good morning."

Morgan looked at Artoria calmly, but deliberately pulled Ian closer to her side until his arm touched her chest.

That was Morgan's natural advantage battlefield, and Artoria had no chance of winning.

Artoria looked at the two people close together, her eyebrows fell like a waterfall during a flood.

"Good morning, you two."

"I have something to do, I'll go first."

The loser Artoria walked away in a hurry—but actually hid in the corner to observe in secret.

She put her hands on the wall, only revealing half of her head to observe the situation.

But what Artoria didn't know was that her every move had been seen by Morgan.

She leaned into Ian's ear without showing any signs and whispered:

"Ian, I order you to kiss me."

"..."

Although he didn't understand Morgan's reason for saying this, Ian knew that he didn't need to think about it.

"Understood, Princess."

Ian lowered his head, hugged Morgan's smooth long hair, and kissed her lips.

This was a normal act between husband and wife—no maid would question it.

It was enough to prove the intimacy between the two to Artoria.

But Morgan didn't plan to stop there.

While their lips were in close contact, her hand also stretched down.

The princess's hand led the knight's fingertips to move up and down the beautiful curves of her chest, guiding a series of ups and downs.

She knew all too well how to command this loyal knight at this time.

The corners of Morgan's mouth raised a triumphant arc.

Artoria shrank to the side of the wall.

She glanced at her hand, then at her chest.

A certain determination seemed to be made in her forest-like deep green eyes.

[Morgan was very active today.]

[As long as there was a little time alone, she would let you feel the charm of her body.]

[From one hand to two hands, it became more and more excessive.]

[You felt that this seemed a bit abnormal—but so what?]

[You clearly knew the desire for Morgan's body in your soul.]

[You didn't plan to deny this desire.]

[Morgan's attraction to you also made you not notice Artoria, who was always in the dark.]

[Time flew by in this joy, and soon it was time to take a bath.]

"Ian, wait for me."

Morgan, who had returned in triumph, walked towards a screen with satisfaction.

Obviously, she wanted to give Ian another good lesson on the princess.

But at this moment, a hand touched Ian's shoulder.

He turned around and saw Artoria.

Why did she appear in this place?

"You..."

Before Ian could finish speaking, he was covered by Artoria's mouth.

"Mr. Ian! Please don't speak! I sneaked in!"

"..."

Ian was a little confused, but he nodded.

Seeing him like this, Artoria gasped slightly and said with a blushing face:

"That—"

"Mr. Ian, please come to my room tonight!"

Before Ian could affirm or deny, Artoria had already run away.

She was as cunning as ever—as long as she didn't hear a refusal, she wouldn't feel uncomfortable on the spot.

But before Ian had time to think more.

A slender white leg protruded from behind the screen.

It was stained with a lot of bath lotion, and the sticky look was very imaginative.

Morgan's order came next:

"Ian, my legs are so tired, come and rub them for me."

[Morgan's feet are very flexible.]

[While you were massaging her, she was also massaging you with her feet.]

Ian felt his dragon stir awake from Morgan's foot work.

But he didn't neglect his work.

His dick was soon enveloped by the other leg aswell.

It was like a helpless prey surrounded by two predator

Rubb.....

It was being molested by those willowy feet of morgan.

...

....

It was soon painful for him to hold on.

"Ian~ do you want to be released. Don't be shy cum on my legs".

Morgan words are a sweet temptations to Ian's ears.

He finally cummed.

"Ah~ look at the amount, Ian must have been pent up right".

Morgan teased with sweet smirk.

[Some things were washed away by the warm water in the bath along with the bath lotion.]

[This made Morgan feel better.]

[She once again ordered you to be her horse, and then enjoyed the treatment of a knight.]

"Ian be good..ahn~ just like that"

Morgan moaned and rid his cock like an expert.

The clear waves formed by warm water slowly rolled over the lower bodies of Ian and Morgan.

Morgan's fingertips gently slid across Ian's sturdy chest, and the water droplets stained on it also fell on the surface of the muscles.

After sliding like this for a while, Morgan stopped like an artist who had completed a great work of art.

She hooked Ian's chin and asked softly;

"Knight, do you know what I wrote on your chest?"

"Princess, is it your name?" Ian answered without thinking.

"Oh? Did you actually feel it?"

"Of course, after all, it's your name, Princess. It's only natural to remember it like this."

"Then—"

Morgan hugged Ian's neck, making him only able to look at herself.

"Ian, do you know why I wrote my name on your chest?"

Ian shook his head.

"Princess, I don't know."

"Then I'll tell you now—"

Morgan leaned over.

She lowered her head and sipped on Ian's neck, leaving a mark that was not too big or too small, but very obvious.

She raised her head and looked at Ian with a smile.

"The name written on the parchment becomes an exclusive note."

"The title engraved on the blade becomes a person's weapon."

"Ian, I've written my name on you so many times."

"So you are my exclusive possession, understand?"

"Princess."

Ian looked at Morgan, not avoiding her gaze at all.

"Isn't this a matter of course?"

"But some people don't think so."

Morgan's fingers rubbed back and forth on Ian's slightly weathered cheeks.

"What should we do about this?"

"..."

Of course, Ian could hear the hidden meaning in Morgan's words.

"Princess, please speak frankly. You know I always take your requests as my goal."

"Um..."

Morgan sat up a little straighter, pushing Ian's sword back a little.

"Then I'll be frank."

"Artoria has been observing you in the dark all day today."

[Morgan's words woke you up.]

[You suddenly realized that Artoria's appearance just now was not a coincidence.]

[She had been holding back all day before finding such an opportunity.]

[Morgan used this day to declare her absolute sovereignty over you.]

"Princess, is that so?"

"Hmm?" Morgan raised Ian's chin.

"Ian, didn't you notice?"

Ian nodded.

"I really didn't notice."

"Because your body, Princess, makes me unable to extricate myself."

Morgan was very satisfied with this answer.

But she continued to ask:

"I heard from Gawain that you and Artoria are very close, right?"

"Yes, Princess." Ian did not deny it.

"I need to learn more about her—like Artoria's real name, which is part of it."

"I think, maybe in the future, I can learn about the secret of the power in her."

"That will be of great benefit to you."

[Morgan did not doubt your words.]

[After all, she knew that it was not easy to make a girl disguised as a man tell her real name.]

[You felt the persistence in her.]

[You know she still misses the throne.]

"Ian, do you remember you said you would definitely let me ascend to the throne?"

Morgan hugged Ian's body and lay on his chest.

Her hair spread out in the water, scattered like lotus flowers.

The warm clear water half-soaked her body, slightly dyeing her already fair skin with a blush.

"I have always believed in this."

"I have never forgotten my promise, Princess."

Ian gently stroked Morgan's back, feeling the smooth touch like a peeled egg.

"I am moving towards this goal every moment."

"Just—"

"It always takes some time."

"I know."

Morgan closed her eyes and listened to the man's heartbeat.

"Your heartbeat has always been steady, which means you are not lying to me."

"But I really want to touch that day sooner..."

"Ian, do you think I'm strange like this?"

"No, Princess."

Ian's hand stopped on Morgan's back.

"Princess, everyone has their own obsessions."

"It's just that your obsession is a little more outstanding."

"Then Ian, do you think it's possible?"

"Of course." Ian answered without hesitation, "I have never doubted this."

"Someone like you, Princess, should be sitting on the throne."

"Idiot... always saying such stupid things, making it impossible for me to fall in love with you."

"But Princess, knights don't need to be so smart, do they?"

[Morgan stopped speaking.]

[She just held your hand tightly.]

[You realize that a large part of her long-cherished wish is placed on you.]

[The bathing ended in a delicate and pleasant atmosphere.]

[Morgan kissed you and chose to go to the magic workshop alone—she seemed to want to calm herself down a little.]

[You looked at her back and decided to give up your appointment with Artoria tonight.]

It wasn't that Ian didn't want to see Artoria.

After all, he knew that he was carrying her last emotion.

It's just that today is really not suitable—find an opportunity to explain to her later.

But Ian never expected it.

When he walked around the corner of the corridor and was about to return to his room, a familiar figure appeared there.

It was Artoria, who had changed into a white dress.

"Mr. Ian, good evening!"