king and queen

Although Great Britain has been seeking a stable life, the war has never ended. One day after that, the island once again had friction with the Roman Empire, which was plotting to attack, and the battle broke out suddenly.

Due to the urgency of the situation, Artoria rushed to the front line immediately after finishing the affairs in the rear. The rebellious knight took advantage of this opportunity to seize the throne and wanted to marry the queen by force.

Mordred sneaked back to the royal city, claiming that King Arthur was dead, and proposed to the Queen of Britain.

"Knight, do you know what you're talking about?"

Guinevia was frightened and angry, almost laughing at this scene, she forced herself to accept the reality as quickly as possible, not to hear what he said!

"Nonsense, this is too ridiculous." Guinevia's expression has never been so cold, her eyes are full of sharp cold light, as if she is angry with the world, and the eyebrows that are too beautiful are also condensed because of this haze.

"What do you think this is?"

"I am King Arthur's wife."

"Now, get out of my bedroom!"

"The absurdity is your husband and wife game!"

Mordred simply took off his helmet, revealing his true face.

The rebellious knight bared his fangs and challenged the supremacy of the throne.

"you!?"

The impact of that identical face on the queen was definitely not small, but at the same time, Guinevia also understood why her husband was so sure that there was something wrong with the "father-son" relationship between him and the knight, but he was able to be sure of the two the relationship between.

Mordred approached her step by step, eager to see the panicked expression on her face: "How is it? Your Royal Highness? Seeing this face, you should know it - your husband betrayed the marriage, conceived Make a villain."

"Ridiculous! I'm disappointed, is that why you rebelled? Mordred——"

Guinevia's eyes were heavy, suppressing her anger.

She was still wearing a long skirt that dragged the floor, and her face was upright, but her tone was cold and hard, and her watery eyes contained a mocking and harsh winter breath.

Of course Mordred understood her anger, but she had never seen this woman like this before.

The queen of Britain and the princess of Scotland always smiled gently, looked at everyone equally, praised their honor as knights, and never had any doubts or harsh words.

Every one seated around the round table was a glorious and valiant knight who had sworn allegiance to her, including Mordred.

Even though he never showed his true face to others, Guinevia's gaze on her was still the same as before, full of trust and tolerance, without the slightest malice.

This woman is the same no matter what time it is, she faces up to everyone's contributions, and she doesn't want to see the knight's honor being cast a shadow.

Noble and true, merciful and stoic, beyond reproach, nearly everyone praised the queen as such.

It's so fascinating.

However, removing her is the right thing to do.

Mordred thought happily and proudly.

The loss of her Great Britain will definitely hurt her vitality, and the loss of her beloved King Arthur will definitely show his flaws.

"... Mordred?"

Gareth came from the corner, saw what was happening in front of him, immediately drew out his sword and rushed over, questioning sharply: "Why are you here? What are you doing? Hurry up and let go of Her Majesty the Queen! "

"Why am I here? Gareth, your doubts are really inappropriate. I should be standing here!"

"Do you really want to listen to your mother's nonsense!"

"Shut your mouth!"

As if being stimulated by something, Mordred lowered his face, his pupils slowly seeped into black fury, and let out an angry roar from the depths of his throat.

As comrades-in-arms and as sisters, the two began to face each other with swords.

"Do you know what you are doing? Mordred! Do you want to trample your glory to the end!"

"Did you think so?"

"--answer me!"

The figure of the knight froze in place. He glared at Gareth bitterly, retracted the king sword that was about to stab into the chest of his colleagues and sisters, suppressed his rage and knocked her out, and immediately returned to the queen's side.

The patrolling guards have been alarmed here, and Mordred grabbed him and said hastily:

"Come with me!"

In order to prevent someone from resisting, the knight simply knocked her out.

Things went very smoothly, she held the queen of Britain hostage, and the soldiers who stayed behind in the royal city certainly did not dare to act rashly.

"Why do you want to sit and watch while I cook for you?" Mordred angrily speared the fish, ran to light the bonfire, and the horse that carried the two of them fled all the way was grazing leisurely.

Guinivia glanced at him confidently, with a faint smile on her face, "Because I don't know how to do it, so I can only trouble you, who told you to take me out of the palace?"

"Stop lying!" The knight was a little dissatisfied: "Didn't you visit the kitchen many times for King Arthur?"

"But you also have to know that I have never touched this kind of fish, and I don't know how to cook it."

Her reason was so strong that Mordred was speechless.

What's so good about this spoiled guy?

Guinevia looked at the raw fish that was gradually turning black, and said calmly: "Mordred, your craftsmanship is really not very good."

"Huh? Are you out of your mind?" The knight's tone immediately became vicious, "Stop talking nonsense, who will allow you to speak in that tone and tone? Do you still hate something if you eat it?"

Guinevia slowly ate the fish whose original shape could no longer be seen. Instead of answering his ridicule, she asked instead, "Since you don't intend to claim the throne, why do you need to kidnap me?"

After being "kidnapped" these days, the anger has long receded from her heart, and the queen has regained her calm mind, and she also understands what kind of intentions are contained in the knight's actions.

He made no attempt to split the Round Table, nor did he succeed in taking control of the court.

Guinevia couldn't figure out Mordred's true intentions.

"Who cares about that throne?" Mordred sneered, gnawing his food nonchalantly, showing a nasty smile. "I just want to know whether Great Britain and King Arthur will be in chaos after losing you."

Mordred is annoying too!At that time, the situation was just a momentary impulse. The knight did have a way to get out of his body, and he was sure of that, but—in short, it was still a mess in retrospect!

Walking with such a weak woman is really asking for trouble, and he has to pick wild fruits for her to satisfy her hunger, go fishing for a picnic-the knight could have delivered her to Morgan, but he didn't do that.

After all, what is there to be happy about this woman?Just know how to laugh every day!

"Because I know Al will definitely find me!" When Guinevia said this, Mordred realized that he had spoken his heart.

Guinevia can distrust anyone in the world, but she absolutely cannot distrust King Arthur.

Mordred smacked his mouth impatiently, and suddenly felt that the smile was even more dazzling, it was too dazzling.

"eat fast!"

"Thank you." Guinevia lowered her gaze, staring at the berries he had cleaned, and put them to her mouth to take a bite.

"Mordred."

"what happened again?"

"Are you joking when you say you want to marry me?"

"Huh? Of course it's fake! Where did you come from? It's no wonder who would take it seriously!"

This is not the point at all!

"You are the king's son, don't betray his trust."

Mordred couldn't tell whether the words poured into his ears were real, so he looked at her like a monster.

As if a miracle had happened, the world opened its arms and embraced the knight tenderly.

Tasting the meaning of this sentence, Mordred was speechless for a moment, his mind went blank for a moment, and extreme joy surged in his heart. "He...really admitted that I was his child? Then why did he expel me?"

"You were his child in the first place, and that blood relationship will not be severed."

Guinevia's tone was very calm, and the eyes she cast elsewhere were empty.That calmness was extreme, without the slightest emotion, but it seemed a little cold.

She has been thinking about how to deal with this matter.

Don't want to lose to Morgan.

That was Arturia's sister, the princess of Britain. She was such a passionate and willful woman. During the period after King Uther's death, she had been working hard to support the operation of the country.

In the distant girlhood, Guinevia yearned for her so much, loved her, and yearned for such a strong and unyielding person...but not now.

From the day she learned of Mordred's identity, her feelings for her could no longer be so simple.

In his life, Morgan was blinded by hatred and used his children as tools. What could he gain?

Guinevia really did not hate Mordred, he was not a naturally born and conceived human being, he was a glorious and heroic knight, and no one could disgrace his glory.

Children need to be nourished with love and watered with patience, so that they can thrive and blossom into blooming flowers.

Guinevia didn't have any children of her own, but she couldn't face him calmly, let alone treat him as her own son.

"then you--"

Suddenly realizing something, the knight quickly shut up.

In fact, Mordred discovered more than once that the queen would look at him in a daze from behind, with a hint of sadness and longing in his eyes.

What is she longing for?

The emotions were too complicated, intertwined in her eyes, almost burning the rebellious knight.

However, she never tried to be mean.

When Mordred woke up in the middle of the night, he could always see her standing by the lake and staring at the moonlight. Her figure was thin and emaciated, as if she would fall if the wind blew, but this woman was strong enough.No matter how painful it is, she will not be easily repelled and defeated.

The moonlight fell upon her, and she looked at the water, and Mordred looked at her.

'Ah, ah, what the hell am I doing! ? '

If he really wanted to take revenge on that ruthless king, killing his wife should be the quickest way, right?

——But, but...

Can't do it.

Every time this thought popped up in his mind, Guinevia's eyes shining with gentle brilliance would appear in front of Mordred's eyes.

This woman is the object that the knights are happy to serve, and she is the ideal kind of noble lady.Even if he ate and slept with the knights, he never complained in the slightest. Even the extraordinarily rough diet can be swallowed without changing his face. He is gentle and brave, optimistic and strong, looks at everyone equally, and faces all these calmly.

How could it be possible to do it! !

After all, that was... it could be said to be the only woman who looked directly at "Mordred".

What caught her eyes was always that person himself.

As a mother, she was too outstanding, she seemed to have the beauty as high as the stars, and the scenery was engraved in the depths of his mind, making it unbearable to desecrate.

Morgan has never been such a tender woman. Her world is full of arrogant ambitions, and that ugly desire has blinded her eyes and covered her glory.

But this praised Her Royal Highness, has never been relaxed since she married into Great Britain. Everyone has seen her working hard for the country and the people. Such a soul radiates brilliance and sings the beauty of the world. Let the artificial man born from the hands of the witch can't help feeling close.

Didn't you get hurt?Haven't you been betrayed?

Why not hate the culprit, why not take revenge!

Even in the face of such an ugly product like himself, he can smile calmly, face up to the other party's dedication, and is unwilling to humiliate anyone's dignity.

If stretching out her hands gently to the knight could be considered a fault, then Guinevia was indeed unforgivable.

She never denied the glory of the knight, but she couldn't face the fact of the "king's son" calmly either.

In the eyes of others, King Arthur may be a noble person who will swear allegiance to the death, but in the eyes of the queen, the king is nothing but her husband.

'Son is such a creature...'

Once again, Mordred was clearly aware of the irreparable damage caused by his appearance.

This made him forever only able to stand still in place stiffly and timidly.