The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

"Father, he has been looking at you, mother! He didn't practice with me seriously at all. I don't like this feeling of being perfunctory!"

"..."

The corners of Morgan's mouth moved, looking like he wanted to smile.

But she finally held back.

"Well...this is indeed too much."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to him now."

"Yeah!" Little Gawain nodded repeatedly.

Morgan walked up to Ian and took his hand - this was the most intimate gesture she could achieve with Ian in front of her children.

"Ian, how could you treat Gawain like this?"

"He is our child. You should have taught him carefully and made him an excellent knight under our command."

"But now you're only looking at me."

"Sorry, I won't do it again."

"I didn't say I wanted you to correct this."

Morgan's fingers gently rubbed Ian's fingers, and his slender index finger and middle finger were slightly parted on his middle finger, simulating the appearance of legs spread apart.

"I just want you to be mindful of the occasion—"

“Better occasions, better experiences.”

"For example, when you are in the room, you can look wherever you want."

"That's it, I understand."

"Gawain, come here, your father will not be distracted again."

"It's here!"

[Little Gawain has never slept in the same room as you. 】

[As your descendant, he has his own luxurious room. 】

[Of course, if you really want to trace it back, everything is actually your arrangement. 】

[Because the joy between you and Morgan will never stop with the birth of Gawain. 】

[But this does not mean that you only want to have fun and neglect the management of Camelot. 】

[You rectify the injured soldiers and horses, revise the laws, and promulgate more positive policies. 】

[The yield of the land has decreased, so you will plant better magic seeds in a large area to resist this disaster as much as possible. 】

[Many disputes in the city are resolved by you personally, and you can always be seen listening to opinions on the road. 】

[The people are not fools, they can see the efforts of you and Morgan. 】

[The panic caused by King Uther's defeat was gradually eliminated. 】

[Although you have never been kings, in their hearts, as princes, you and Morgan have long been the uncrowned kings of Camelot. 】

[Gawain also became an excellent knight during this time. 】

[He inherited your horse and sword. 】

"Father, Mother, I'm going on patrol."

"Go." Ian waved, "But you have to remember that you are already an excellent knight and you must always keep your temper under control."

"Well, I know."

Gawain replied respectfully.

"I will never disgrace my father and mother."

Watching Gawain go away, Ian's heart was slightly touched.

Morgan on the side held his hand at this time.

"Ian, come with me to a place today."

"Of course, no problem." Ian smiled slightly, "But my lady, where do you want to go, can you tell me in advance?"

"I can make some preparations for you."

"No need to prepare anything."

Morgan looked at the man next to him with gentle eyes.

"It's within the royal court, and we've already been there once."

"My Lady, is it..."

"Ian, you are right."

Morgan showed an elegant smile, covering up her endless ambition.

"I want to see the throne with you again."

54.You are her only throne

"That's it. Your Majesty, please let me go with you." Ian replied without changing his expression.

"Ian."

Morgan looked at the experienced man in front of him.

"It's daytime."

"Do you know what this means?"

"Of course." Ian smiled lightly, "I am your stupid husband who is trying to steal the throne, and you are the smart wife who is trying to stop her husband from overstepping his power."

"If anyone finds out, it is King Lot who deserves to be executed, and the story of the princess's defense of King Uther's dignity will be sung."

"Ian, you're as stupid as ever."

Morgan tightened her grip on Ian's hand.

"Do you want Gawain to lose his father so early?"

"My Lady, then——"

"Shut up." Morgan held Ian's hand in his arms.

"You are my possession. Wherever I am, you must be."

[You look at Morgan tenderly and say nothing. 】

[But the situation is not that bad. 】

[Because your and Morgan’s status has already reached a level that cannot be doubted. 】

[So even if he walked towards the depths of the royal court like this, it did not arouse anyone's suspicion. 】

[You pass by the doors of rooms along a long corridor that is not entirely familiar, but not completely unfamiliar either. 】

[You have arrived in front of the huge door. 】

[Behind the door is the throne that symbolizes Camelot's belonging. 】

[You recall what happened last time—Morgan hesitated to open the door. 】

[You are ready to bear everything and open this door for Morgan. 】

[But this time——Morgan stopped you. 】

"Ian, let me do it myself."

Morgan stopped Ian's hand.

Under the gaze of the other party, her hand moved closer to the door.

Touched it——

Morgan exerted a little force, and the door that symbolized the blockage of royal power slowly opened.

She took Ian's hand, and the two entered the room one after the other.

[The huge door closes again. 】

[Only this time, you witnessed this scene from the other side of the door. 】

[The door slowly closed, blocking the road connecting the inside and outside. 】

[You know that some things will lead to even crazier endings from now on. 】

[But you are fearless. 】

[Because you know that's exactly what Morgan needs. 】

Morgan walked towards the throne step by step.

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the hall where there were only two people like the clock of fate.

She came to the throne and touched the gilt edge of the handle. Deep in her eyes as deep as the ocean was her endless obsession with it.

"Ian, do you like this throne?"

"My Lady, do you want to hear the truth? Or lies?"

"Do you think you dare to tell lies in front of me?"

"What the Queen said is absolutely true." Ian still maintained a gentle tone.

"So--"

"I would say this throne is not for you."

"what?"

Morgan was about to turn around and ask Ian why, but she felt herself being hugged by him.

The next moment, Ian sat on the throne.

And Morgan maintained an elegant posture.

Her head was pillowed by Ian's left hand, her long hair spread around his arm, and her body fell into his arms like a slightly curved bow.

The princess's robe fell slightly around her hips, but not a trace touched the ground.

The slender white legs acted as the other half of the body.

Her knees were slightly bent, and her calf rested squarely on Ian's right hand.

Her feet were suspended in the air, with a pair of crystal-clear glass slippers hanging on them.

"Because I think you, the princess, need a new throne."

"Oh--?"

Morgan, who was lying in Ian's arms, looked up at him.

"Then you look like this, do you really want to serve as my throne until then?"

"Your Majesty, this is not a bad idea."

"That--"

Morgan stretched out his hand upwards, stroking the already familiar face.

"I know you are the throne, how can you make me happy in this situation?"

"My Lady, you have raised a difficult question."

"but--"

"I happen to have the answer to that problem."

Ian lowered his head and stopped in front of Morgan's proud chest.

"However, I hope that you, the Queen, can provide me with a little help."

"is it?"