Fate/Bastard First Simulation In Britain as Morgan's husband

"Hahh..hahh...Prin..cess isn't this enough".

Ian spoke with ragged breaths.

After all he was being ridden like a horse.

For the entire 6 hours.

His thoughts remembering the first release.

Although he had admitted defeat not wanting to get punished again.

[You once again watered the Princess's garden.]

"Princess I admit defeat". Ian spoke humbly with sweat forming on his forehead, not wanting to raise suspicion. He pretended to be exhausted.

But who knew that.

[But she indicated that this was far from enough.]

Yes she demanded Ian to be her horse for the entire night.

Fortunately Ian didn't say he gave his horse to Artorius or he wouldn't be just reduced to horse in bed.

Finally after a long time.

Both were completely exhausted.

[You said goodnight to each other in a state of utter defeat.]

[You spent a wonderful night.]

[The next day arrived.]

[Morgan woke up earlier than you, which was rare.]

[But you knew that the reason Morgan woke up late was that she wanted to hear your good morning.]

[But at this moment, you also wanted to see what she would do when she woke up early.]

[You chose to pretend to be asleep.]

Morgan sat up and looked at Ian, who was still "sleeping soundly" beside him.

In those blue eyes, there was tenderness like water.

"Ian?" She asked tentatively.

Naturally, she couldn't wake up someone pretending to be asleep.

Morgan didn't continue to shout.

She stretched out her hand and stroked the weathered face, her expression a little moved.

The delicate and smooth fingers moved very slowly over the past scars, just like a devout believer worshiping in the holy land, careful and serious.

"It must have hurt a lot when you left the scars... What a fool who doesn't care about himself."

"How could there be such a reckless knight..."

Morgan said with disgust, but the movement of her fingers became more and more delicate, as if to wipe away the wounds on his face.

"Because there is a person as persistent as you, Princess, there will be a knight as reckless as me."

"This is the arrangement of fate."

Ian turned his head and looked at Morgan sitting next to him.

"Princess, good morning."

"..."

Morgan's hand, which had just been very gentle, suddenly turned into a strong tug.

"Ian, you were pretending to be asleep just now, weren't you?"

"Ah... as expected, I can't hide it from your eyes, Princess."

"Because you are my possession, my pawn, how can your every move escape my eyes?"

Morgan grabbed Ian's cheek and rubbed it hard as a punishment.

"I'll let you go today."

"Get up quickly, I want to take you to see something."

[Although you felt that Morgan was a little mysterious, you still did as she said.]

[You put on your casual clothes and helped her to put on her gorgeous robe in front of the mirror.]

[She spun around in front of the mirror and asked you if it looked good.]

[After getting your affirmative opinion, she was satisfied and put on a smile on her face.]

[She took your hand and left the room where you sang every night.]

[The happy scene of you holding hands became an eye-catching scene in the entire royal court.]

Ian didn't care whether these eyes were good or bad.

After all, even without these eyes, he knew that he would stand firmly by Morgan's side.

"Princess, where are we going?"

Morgan didn't answer the question directly, but asked other questions.

"Ian, before you fell asleep last night, you told me that my father had completely lost, right?"

"...Yes."

Ian was very careful with his tone.

He understood that Morgan wanted to get this throne very much—then King Uther's abdication was something that would inevitably happen before that.

But along with the abdication came the death of King Uther.

He couldn't be sure whether Morgan would have more sad thoughts about this.

It was enough to taste the misery of crying in the lake once.

He didn't want to see it a second time.

[The situation was not as complicated as you thought.]

[Morgan was far more decisive than you thought.]

[After confirming the news, her expression seemed a little relaxed.]

This was not difficult to understand.

She, who was determined to seize the throne, might not respect King Uther very much in her heart.

What's more—

This was the king who drove her back to Camelot?

"Ian, that also means that we may gradually accept the defeated soldiers returning from the front line, right?"

"Yes."

Ian carefully glanced around, then lowered his voice and replied.

"Princess, I've killed a group on the road."

"I know."

Morgan tightened Ian's hand, her expression still cold, as if the knight next to her had just told her how beautiful the morning sun was today.

"There's a bloody smell on your sword."

"But Ian, you don't have to do such things in the future."

"I will let magic correct their cognition."

"Yes, I understand, Princess."

Ian knew very well that his destiny was inextricably linked with Morgan's, like their bodies intertwined in the middle of the night.

This was an unchangeable fact.

[Morgan, who had finished explaining all this, didn't stop.]

[She took your hand and walked towards the depths of the royal court.]

[The people you could see became fewer and fewer, and the surrounding environment became quieter and quieter.]

[The last time you had this feeling was when you were doing blasphemous things with Morgan on the throne.]

[You realized that the place you were going next might have the same significance as the throne.]

"Almost there."

Morgan, who was walking in front, stopped temporarily.

She stretched out her hand and changed the angle of a book on the bookshelf next to her.

The bookshelf immediately retreated to both sides, and a dark passage illuminated by candlelight appeared in front of the two.

Morgan tightened Ian's hand and walked in.

At the end of the dark passage was a room filled with various strange objects.

"Ian."

Morgan looked at everything in front of her, her expression rarely immersed in a kind of intoxication.

"Do you remember what name I asked you what kind of child you like?"

"Of course I remember, Princess." Ian smiled slightly. "You said you like children named Gawain, which is also my favorite name."

"Yes."

Morgan took Ian's hand and pressed it on her lower abdomen.

"Then do you remember how many times you released your desires here?"

"Countless times, Princess, your body fascinates me so much that I can no longer remember these things."

"It doesn't matter." Morgan smiled calmly. "Because you will come again."

"You always satisfy me with your performance in making me happy."

"So—"

Morgan looked at Ian.

"You will be controlled by me forever."

"We will soon have a child named Gawain."

"He calls you father and me mother."

"He will gain powerful strength under my magic blessing, and will also show the demeanor of a knight under your swordsmanship guidance."

"His sword will be swung for us until a new king appears in Britain."

"Ian, although I have never loved you, I order you to accept all this unconditionally."

After hearing these words, Ian gently kissed Morgan's hand.

"I am extremely honored, Princess."