Chapter 63: The Path to the Throne (rewrite)

The Path to the Throne

The combined efforts of Altria and the other knights swiftly crushed the noble's forces. Altria, determined to prove her worth to Morgan, showed her exceptional skills on the battlefield. Despite her height disadvantage, she displayed remarkable prowess and effectively neutralized the enemy's resistance.

The failure of the nobles' forces, compounded by the absence of Lancelot, led to their swift defeat. The leader of the rebellious faction was captured by Kay and presented to Lott and Morgan.

The captured nobleman, now desperate, began to grovel. "Your Majesty Lot, Your Highness Morgan, I was mistaken. I am willing to be loyal and offer my wealth and lands to the new queen."

Morgan exchanged amused glances with Lott. Ah, the typical weakness of these feudal aristocrats, Lott thought bitterly.

Lott responded coldly, "You nobles are insignificant to me, and your land is of no interest."

"Then what is important?" the nobleman asked, bewildered.

Lott's answer was pointed. "It's very important to me that you are no longer here."

In a broader sense, the nobles' pretensions of negotiating or cooperating were meaningless to Lott and Morgan. The idealists, driven by their uncompromising principles, faced the challenges head-on without room for compromise.

The nobleman, stunned by Lott's words, was silenced as Lott ordered the knights to remove him. In Lott's view, defeated nobles had no place in the spotlight.

After the aristocrats were dealt with, Lott clapped his hands and declared, "Now that we've removed all obstacles, we should address the remaining nobles."

Morgan rolled her eyes at Lott's unchanging obsession with fishing. Why is he still thinking about fishing? He should focus on the ruling, she mused.

Morgan mounted her horse, eager for the forthcoming moment of glory. Yet, as she reflected on her father, King Uther, she paused in silent tribute. Father, your legacy will be honoured by Lott and me.

As they moved forward, Morgan spotted Lancelot standing in their path.

Lancelot's appearance sparked energy in Galahad, who gripped his sword tightly. "Are you here to fight me?" Galahad challenged.

Lancelot, shaking his head, replied, "No, I'm here to apologize for my previous mistakes. I was misled by those nobles."

Morgan, hopeful, asked, "So, are you willing to serve under me and Lot?"

Lancelot declined. "I'm not ready to pledge allegiance to anyone just yet."

Morgan's demeanour grew frosty. If you're not going to join us, then what's the point of even speaking to you? she thought, her disappointment palpable.

Lancelot's charm seemed to falter, leading him to wonder why he was so disliked. Is it me, or just my reputation? He pondered, glancing at Galahad.

Galahad's disdain was clear. "I think you're somewhat of a scoundrel."

Lancelot, puzzled, asked, "In what way?"

Galahad shrugged. "You're known for abandoning those who care for you."

Morgan, observing the interaction, urged Altria, "Hurry up and join us."

Altria, eager to follow orders, complied, leaving Lancelot behind, confused and feeling out of place.

In the nobles' stronghold, the remaining nobles were in disarray. Panic spread as they realized the failure of their radical counterparts.

"What do we do now?" one noble fretted, overwhelmed by the situation.

The sight of Morgan and Lott riding in, commanding and authoritative, intensified their fears. The once-proud nobles now trembled before them.

Morgan, surveying the crowd, declared, "I intend to be the queen of Camelot. Do any of you object?"

The nobles, seeing no alternative, quickly shook their heads. "No objections, Your Highness. We just want to be spared."

Morgan's smile widened. She had achieved a significant milestone, and the path to her reign was now clear.