Since she pulled out the sword in the stone, Artoria’s time has been frozen.
She is cursed by the holy sword, and also cherished by the holy sword.
Ageless and immortal, she has been shackled by the favor known as eternity.
Ruling over the country known as Britain, the blonde girl ascended the throne disguised as a boy.
She possesses supreme passion and determination, and a soul from the future blooms with brilliant glory in this era.
It is such a young king who strives to build a truly peaceful and prosperous world in the midst of turbulent times.
The citizens of Britain love their king because she is so noble and just.
Leading them, who were trapped in despair, to find new hope again, the citizens thought from the bottom of their hearts that such a great king should not be alone.
Therefore, King Arthur of Britain submitted a request for a marriage alliance to Princess Guinevere of Scotland.
The King of Scotland was currently facing his daughter, the apple of his eye of whom he was so proud—Guinevere.
Because he had received the request for a marriage alliance from Britain, he had just had an attendant call the princess from the royal library a few minutes ago.
Looking at the beautiful girl sitting beside him, the King of Scotland handed her the letter personally written by Artoria.
“Do you remember two years ago when I asked you if you were willing to become King Arthur’s wife?”
His blue eyes looked lovingly at the daughter he had always cherished: “I have never wanted to impose my own thoughts upon you, so I will ask you again: are you willing to accept the proposal of King Arthur of Britain?”
Are you…
willing?
Guinevere repeated her father’s words in her mind, and she couldn’t help but think of the bits and pieces of time she spent with the handsome blonde king two years ago.
They really got along very well at that time, and what’s more undeniable is that Guinevere found the feeling of being moved by that kind of King Arthur.
That king was famous, and since parting two years ago, Guinevere had also intentionally collected some information about her.
Thinking of those deeds about the other person, a trace of sweetness welled up in Guinevere’s heart.
Therefore, she slightly curled the corners of her mouth into a smile to respond to her father.
“Yes, Father.”
The girl’s eyes seemed to hold the brilliance of the starry sky, “I agree to King Arthur’s proposal; in my heart, she is a true hero.”
Hearing her daughter’s words, the King of Scotland couldn’t help but chuckle, “Since this is your wish, I will express our agreement to Britain.” You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
His expression held relief and a hint of worry; in the end, he sighed deeply and remarked with emotion: “My lovely daughter has grown up…”
Guinevere is a qualified princess; this is the only point that is beyond doubt.
Judging from her appearance alone, the princess has clear, azure eyes like lake water and silky black hair.
She is so beautiful, just like a lyrical prose poem, her whole body overflowing with a young girl’s purity and youthful grace.
But while possessing a beautiful appearance, Guinevere also has the awareness of being a princess.
Although she does not have the ability to fight on the battlefield, nor can she participate in politics like her older brother, she has always wanted to do something for her country.
Becoming a bridge connecting Scotland and Britain through a marriage alliance is her own choice, and Guinevere is willing to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.
There is nothing she feels is more meaningful than this, and she is very willing to go to King Arthur’s side.
The warm afternoon sun added a touch of warmth to the earth.
The sunlight passed through every corner of the world and finally rested on the girl’s eyes.
“I have seen that king, and precisely because I have seen her, I am incomparably certain.
Being accurate, strict, and just in all things—these are the qualities possessed by King Arthur’s noble heart, so I will not regret it.”
“Guinevere, you are the pride of my life.
Since you have made your decision, even if the days ahead may have stumbles, or failures and frustrations, and even more likely times of disappointment and sorrow, you must learn to endure loneliness in the flames of pain.
Remember your identity; you will be the Queen of Britain, assisting King Arthur in gathering people’s hearts and stabilizing diplomacy.
You must always remain clear-headed.
This is the advice I give you as a father.”
“I will keep it in mind.”
A smile rose on the King of Scotland’s face, like the sun breaking through the clouds.
Please remember that no matter where you are, you will always be my pride.”
Scotland and Britain have established a formal marriage alliance, but a marriage alliance between two countries is not such a simple matter.
Wedding preparations take time; both Guinevere and Artoria need to make sufficient preparations.
King Arthur needs to send her most trusted knights to form an escort team to bring the Scottish princess, who has prepared her dowry, all the way from Scotland back to Britain.
Half a year later…
Guinevere, having prepared everything, boarded the carriage to Britain.
She looked back at the Scottish royal capital, which was already out of sight, her heart filled with anticipation and anxiety for the future.
Bidding farewell to her familiar loved ones, leaving the homeland where she grew up, from now on she will spend her life in another strange country.
King Arthur specially sent her own royal guard to escort her, and combined with the nearly one-hundred-man knight team the King of Scotland gifted to Guinevere, all this was enough to ensure the safety of the Scottish princess.
Not to mention the maids who take care of the princess’s daily life and the attendants responsible for transporting the dowry, this was definitely a sufficiently large procession.
And the most conspicuous thing in the dowry was that huge, somewhat eerie round table.
That round table was a gift that Guinevere’s father, the King of Scotland, specifically had her give to King Arthur, containing the meanings of ‘equality’ and ‘unity’.
But as for whether King Arthur would be happy to receive a table as a gift, Guinevere expressed some doubts.
Stopping and going along the way, by the time Guinevere arrived at Britain’s capital, Camelot, more than half a month had passed.
She was welcomed into the city by Bedivere, who had been waiting for a long time.
When she entered the city, Guinevere, who had been somewhat dazed along the way, suddenly found a sense of reality of being on solid ground.
Sitting in the magnificent carriage, traveling in this strange country.
She looked out the window curiously, wanting to carefully observe the city where she would live in the future.
What met Guinevere’s eyes were exceptionally clean and tidy streets and the happy smiles overflowing on the faces of the passing people nearby.
These scenes made her feel a little surprised, because this did not look like a country that had been in long-term war and turmoil at all.
Guinevere thought of that blonde boy who was like sunshine; she knew very well in her heart that this must be the credit of King Arthur.
For the future, she began to look forward to it more and more.