Chapter 70: Unveiling Secrets and Playful Interactions (rewrite)
Morgan approached Lott with a quiet determination, hoping to bring a sense of comfort to their tense situation. As she neared him, she could sense his internal conflict and his efforts to maintain composure.
In her mind, Morgan reflected on Lott's qualities. In this world, no husband is better than you, she thought silently. Lott had always been a source of strength and support, and Morgan appreciated him deeply.
When Morgan finally reached Lott, she extended her hand to his shoulder, beginning a vigorous massage. Lott was caught off guard. He had expected a playful tickle but was instead met with a genuine, soothing touch.
"What's this?" Lott muttered, surprised. "I thought you were here to tickle me."
Morgan's action was unexpected. Despite being a proud queen, Morgan showed a rare moment of tenderness. "Lott, after all your hard work, I wanted to give you a massage. How does it feel?" she asked with a smile.
"Of course, it's great," Lott replied, closing his eyes in comfort. Although it feels a bit strange, he thought. It's better than I expected. Morgan, who was once just a concubine, has become an exceptional wife and mother.
Amid this moment of intimacy, Morgan's mind wanders to a troubling realization. Could it be that Lott had some sort of prophetic insight? Her thoughts raced as she recalled past events and overheard conversations.
If Lott can foresee the future, many things would make sense, Morgan mused. She remembered how he had accurately predicted certain outcomes and expressed astonishment at events he shouldn't have known about otherwise. Could it be that Lott knows the future?
Morgan recalled how Lott had seemed to understand Altria's identity before anyone else. His knowledge had been too precise to be mere coincidence. The idea that he might be a prophet, possessing knowledge of future events, was both intriguing and unsettling.
If that's the case, Morgan thought, then maybe his predictions are the only source of hope for Britain's future. She realized that if Lott could foresee challenges and solutions, it could provide them with an edge in navigating their turbulent times.
As Morgan's thoughts turned to the implications of Lott's potential prophetic abilities, she increased the pressure of her message. Lott, you're incredibly useful, she thought, and we'll need all your ingenuity to secure Britain's future.
Lott, feeling the intensity of Morgan's massage, turned to her with a curious expression. "So, what exactly did you do? Did you lock Altria in the granary or accidentally blow up the walls of the chalk city?"
Morgan's expression shifted as she playfully swatted Lott's back. "I wouldn't do something so foolish," she retorted. I'm here giving you a massage, and you think I'm causing trouble?
Lott laughed, relieved by her reaction. "Sorry, I didn't mean to doubt you. I guess I'm just not used to this," he said, scratching his head.
Morgan, still slightly annoyed but amused, responded, "Well, don't expect me to do it again. Even if you ask me to pinch your shoulders or beat your legs, I won't do it."
Lott, smiling mischievously, responded, "If you won't do it, I'll just have to find someone else."
Morgan's eyes narrowed. "Dare you!" she exclaimed, feigning anger.
Lott laughed and then pointed to Morgan's stomach. "What about asking him to pinch my shoulders and legs?"
Morgan paused, realizing Lott was referring to their future child, Gawain. She considered the practicality of teaching Gawain to help with such tasks. Well, that might work, she thought. Gawain could learn to help out, and it would be a good way to prepare him for the future.
As the evening drew to a close, Morgan and Lott's playful exchange had not only eased their stress but also reinforced their bond. With a renewed sense of purpose, they faced the challenges ahead, buoyed by their mutual support and understanding.