16 16.The lake where the princess was born
[You confirm that you heard Morgan correctly. ]
[She did express to you that she does not want to return to the royal court for the time being, and her attitude is quite cautious. ]
[You realize that she is worried that her request will disobey King Uther's order to return her to the capital. ]
[You decide to reassure her. ]
"Okay, my lady." Ian took the reins of the horse.
"Then don't go back for now."
"Isn't this a problem?" Morgan asked cautiously.
"It'll be no problem," Ian replied as gently as possible.
"If there's any problem—"
Ian patted the horse beneath him.
"Let's just say they're too tired."
Morgan knew that the man in front of him would never lie to him.
She nodded.
"Then, let's go, Ian."
"Okay, my lady."
[You have temporarily postponed your plan to return to the royal court with Morgan. ]
[You know that you are disobeying King Uther's orders. ]
[But you know Morgan's current mood better. ]
[You can't watch her return to the royal court so depressed. You know that would be quite painful for her. ]
[You and Morgan deviated from the original path. ]
[The two of you came to a forest, and a clear lake appeared in front of you. ]
"Ian."
Morgan pulled the reins in her hand and stopped the horse under her.
"I'm tired, let's rest here for a while."
"I understand, my lady."
After receiving the order, Ian first stopped his horse, then got down from it, walked to Morgan, and began to serve her.
"Please be careful, my lady."
"Yeah, I know."
With Ian's help, Morgan gracefully dismounted from the horse.
The two excellent war horses from Britain were docile and smart. They had already begun to eat the grass on the ground without being driven by Ian.
"Ian."
"Here I am."
"What do you think of it here?"
"Um..."
Because of Morgan's words, Ian began to examine the forest.
I saw that this was a lush green forest, with many tall trees growing here, and evergreen branches and vines falling from the tree crowns, like a girl's hanging hair.
The sun shines through the crown-like green leaves, casting patches of light and shadow on the forest road.
Flowers bloomed on both sides, dotting the green grass.
Not far away is an elegant lake.
It is rugged and clear, and there is no impurity in the clear lake water. If you are not careful, you may mistake it for jasper.
"It's beautiful," Ian replied truthfully, "I've never seen anything like it."
"What if you compare it with me?" Morgan suddenly asked.
"Just beautiful."
"Why?"
"Because no matter how this forest changes, it is still within the range that words can describe." Ian said as he looked at Morgan.
"And you, the princess, cannot be described in any volume of poetry."
"Ah."
Morgan sneered.
"You really have enough compliments. Did the experience of lurking under Vortigern teach you this?"
"No." Ian shook his head.
"My Lady, if it is a compliment, I will say it more nicely."
"But in my heart, you really cannot be described with external objects."
Hearing this, Morgan turned his head away.
"Forget it...I won't argue with you about this kind of thing."
[Morgan will no longer discuss with you which one is more beautiful, yourself or the lake. ]
[She walked in front uncharacteristically, as if she was taking you somewhere. ]
[You follow. ]
[Finally, you stopped by the lake. ]
[Morgan has made an unexpected request to you - she wants you to bathe her feet here. ]
[You did not reject her, but followed her request very seriously. ]
[The moment you touched her feet, you felt something strange. ]
[You realize that she actually cast magic on herself too. ]
"It's completely different from what you imagined, right?"
Looking at Ian who took off his armor and sinked his feet in the lake, Morgan raised his chin and asked.
"Yeah." Ian nodded very sincerely.
"My Lady, it is indeed completely different from what I imagined."
"It makes my heart flutter."
Although I have been touched by Morgan's feet frequently, this is the first time I have done it in person like this.
It was a white and soft foot, with no wrinkles or scars visible on it.
The skeleton of the toes supports the beautiful skin, and there is no trace of dirt between the toes. The inner instep is slightly gathered together due to Ian's control, but it still remains as straight as it should be.
The ankle position presents a complete arc shape.
Ian felt that it would not be an exaggeration to call such feet a work of art.
"Really?" The corner of Morgan's mouth raised an imperceptible arc.
"Then you know that it was born from the lake beneath your feet?"
Ian reacted quickly.
"My Lady, is this the place where you were born?"
Morgan didn't answer the question, but the slightly nostalgic look on her face explained everything.
"Answer me, Ian."
"Now that you know about this kind of thing, are you still moved by it?"
"Of course," Ian replied without hesitation, "Day and night."
"You're lying to me." Morgan looked directly at Ian, "No one needs a princess who was born in the lake."
"But I will never lie to you, my lady."
Ian squeezed Morgan's feet and gently stroked the jade-like skin.
It was as delicate and smooth as touching breasts, without any sluggishness at all.
Obviously, Morgan's magic has maintained it to its best moment, so that her beauty will not grow old with the years and battles.
"If this were where you were born, I would be happier than I have ever been."
"Because your birth has brought blessings to this place, the lake is clear because of you, and the trees are prosperous because of you."
"You are the user of this forest, and like the knights of Britain, they are grateful for your arrival."
After hearing this, Morgan was silent for a while.
Facing Ian's praise, she was not as happy as before, but instead looked very sad.
The slender eyebrows on her beautiful face fell slightly, like a tragic song at the end of a play, and the indigo eyes covered by willow eyebrows were showing waves of loneliness.
After a while, she seemed to have regained her composure, and in a voice that was no longer proud, she spoke to the man in the lake in front of her:
"Ian, but what if I have always been destined to be abandoned by my father? There has never been a possibility of becoming a king."
"Will you... still be my knight?"
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