Chapter 64: Coronation of a King and Queen (rewrite)

Coronation as King

Lott observed the nobles bowing and submitting with a sense of triumph. Morgan and Lott exchanged glances, both recognizing that the obstacles to Morgan's ascension to the throne had nearly vanished. The path to becoming the ruler of Camelot seemed almost certain now. The chance of Merlin intervening to stop them was slim, as Lott considered Merlin to be a cunning old fox.

"We finally won," Morgan exclaimed with excitement when they reached a secluded room. She took Lott's hand and then, unable to contain her joy, threw her arms around his neck, burying her head in his embrace.

Hmm~, the scent of this facial cleanser is quite pleasant, Lott mused silently.

Morgan paused, then realized what Lott was thinking. He's not serious.

"Are you thinking about something inappropriate again?" Morgan teased, her tone feigning anger.

Lott quickly raised his hands in a gesture of innocence. "No, no, I was just thinking about how Your Majesty the Queen will ascend to the throne."

Morgan gave him a sceptical look. "You're such a rascal. If I didn't know you better, I might have believed you."

She continued, "And it's not just my coronation. It involves you too."

Lott was surprised. "Me?"

Morgan nodded. "Yes, you told the nobles that they were insignificant compared to Camelot, but if Camelot is important to you, then it's important to me as well. Since you're willing to give everything to me, I'll give all of myself to you. This is what it means to be husband and wife."

Lott instinctively tried to refuse. "I'm just a bystander..."

However, Morgan tightened her grip around his waist. "Are you going to be the King of Camelot with me or not?"

"Ouch, okay, okay! I promise. I'll stand by your side," Lott conceded quickly, wincing from the pressure.

Morgan smiled with satisfaction and finally released her hold, resting her head on Lott's shoulder. She looked at him with a tender expression. "Now, we need to focus on Camelot's future."

"What do you mean?" Lott asked, puzzled.

Morgan whispered into his ear, "Of course, we need to ensure the next generation of Camelot's successors."

Lott's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly embraced Morgan, lifting her and placing her gently on the soft bed.

Morgan ran her hand over the sheets, considering their durability. It should hold up just fine, she thought.

The ongoing war in Britain necessitated a simplified coronation ceremony. By the next day, preparations for Morgan and Lott's coronation began in earnest. The city was cleaned and prepared overnight with generous rewards ensuring a fresh appearance.

At about five in the morning, the knights began their duties. They inspected the streets where the ceremony would take place, ensuring no threats would disrupt the event. Altria, the lead knight, was exceptionally focused, far surpassing even Kay in diligence.

Kay, appearing drowsy, complained, "Why are you so diligent? I can't get used to waking up so early."

Altria, shaking her head, replied, "This is part of knight training. No complaints allowed."

Kay smirked, teasing, "Knight training? More like you had an extra meal this morning, right?"

Altria, though visibly flustered, remained stoic. Kay enjoyed teasing her; it was a source of amusement.

Galahad, stationed behind them, kept a vigilant watch for any potential threats. I never imagined I'd be here during the time of King Arthur and now serve Princess Morgan, he mused, reflecting on his family history and anticipating a possible encounter with his father.

As the sun rose, most of the city's residents awoke and lined the streets, eager to witness Morgan's coronation. Public sentiment was overwhelmingly positive, with many coming out to show their support. Even those who had initially opposed the new regime now attended the ceremony out of fear rather than genuine acceptance.

Among the crowd, a group of nobles who had reluctantly accepted the changes stood with grim faces. They feared the consequences of not attending and hoped that their presence would placate the new rulers.

By noon, the ceremony commenced. Knights in charge of etiquette sounded their long horns, and the deep, resonant tones filled the air. A white-haired magician—Merlin—performed magic from Camelot's tallest tower, transforming the city into a stage adorned with flowers.

Merlin, observing from his position, muttered to himself, If only my poor, helpless, but edible apprentice was the protagonist of this scene. Despite his disdain for the circumstances, he performed his role as the special effects artist competently, ensuring the ceremony went off without a hitch.

With the city beautifully transformed and the crowd eagerly awaiting, Morgan and Lott made their grand entrance. Their journey to the throne was finally about to be realized.