Chapter 65: Coronation of a King and Queen 2 (rewrite)

The ornate carriage rolled through the streets, bearing Lott and Morgan in their ceremonial attire. Lott was clad in brilliant silver armour, his cloak adorned with the Orkney badge, and his long golden hair cascading behind him, emphasizing his striking features. Morgan, beside him, wore a deep blue evening dress, her hair elegantly tied back. Her face was partially concealed by a veil, leaving only her regal eyes visible.

Inside, Morgan struggled with her emotions. Why do you have to look so affectionate? I'm forced to maintain an air of majesty. She thought, feeling the strain of her role. I wish I could laugh like Lott.

The crowd erupted in cheers upon seeing them, their support leaning towards Morgan.

Among the spectators, Lancelot observed the couple from a distance. He had chosen to remain in the city rather than leave before everything was settled, aware that any departure might taint his reputation irreparably. He wondered silently, What is it between me and that white-haired knight? Why does he seem to view me with such hostility?

Lancelot felt a pang of melancholy, pondering his current predicament. I haven't had any romantic entanglements. Where does all this animosity come from?

Amid the celebratory atmosphere, Lott was absorbed in thoughts about the future. His focus was on the festivities and the responsibilities ahead. Morgan, beside him, was red-faced with effort as she struggled to maintain composure. If only you knew how much I want to laugh and let loose, she thought.

The carriage continued its route through the city, displaying the couple's elegance to the admiring crowds. Envy and admiration were evident in the faces of the onlookers, especially the young women and men who gazed at the handsome and beautiful rulers.

Eventually, the procession arrived at the largest church in the city, where nobles and priests awaited them. Lott observed the priests with some indifference, noting that in Camelot, the divine authority did not surpass political power.

Morgan, on the other hand, considered the priests with a critical eye. What a farce, she thought. Their support is merely a formality.

Inside the church, Merlin awaited them, holding two crowns. He greeted them with a smile. "Come, let me place the crowns on you."

Traditionally, the crown was placed by an elder, as one had to bow their head while wearing it. Merlin, being a national figure and closely connected with the former king, was considered a suitable candidate.

Lott, however, had other ideas. What, you think you're going to take advantage of me? He thought, feeling determined not to let Merlin overshadow him.

Morgan, sensing Lott's resolve, gave a slight nod of agreement. Lott walked up to Merlin, took one of the crowns, and then handed it directly to Morgan. Here you go. You should wear it yourself, he thought.

Merlin, surprised but smiling, whispered to Lott, "This isn't quite traditional."

Lott, in a low voice, replied, "Morgan and I, we're not exactly traditionalists."

Merlin sighed with a mixture of resignation and amusement. Morgan, while agreeing with Lott's sentiment, felt a sudden, uncomfortable sensation.

She clutched her stomach, feeling nauseous. "Oh~," she moaned, retching in front of Lott and Merlin.

Lott, initially worried, quickly understood what was happening. A surge of excitement filled him. I'm going to be a father!? He thought. Although this wasn't the actual time for a pregnancy announcement, he reflected on their recent intimate moments.

Lott had been anxiously waiting for some sign, and Morgan's condition was an unexpected but thrilling revelation. If Morgan is pregnant, our child will likely be Gawain, he speculated, though he wasn't entirely certain.

Morgan, shocked by the sudden realization, instinctively protected her abdomen. She knew Lott was excited, but she was also worried. Let's not jump to conclusions. I need to confirm this first, she thought.

"Quick, get a doctor!" Morgan ordered, trying to get a clear answer.

Lott, however, was hesitant. What good will a doctor from this era do? They're likely as outdated as World War II French troops—bleeding, bleeding, and more bleeding, he thought.

Morgan was puzzled by Lott's reference but recognized his concerns. She understood that they might need to reform the medical practices in Camelot in the future.

With this realization, the coronation ceremony continued amidst a whirlwind of emotions and preparations for the future.