At the end of this conversation, Guinevere asked the blonde, green-eyed girl: “What you said to me before, that you will love me from the bottom of your heart—is that true?”
“It is true.” Artoria gave a definite answer, “Regarding this matter, I absolutely do not speak falsely to you.”
Guinevere was Artoria’s wife, a responsibility she needed to bear, and even more so, the only woman she had been moved by in these two lifetimes.
If possible, she hoped that their political marriage could truly give birth to the sparks of love.
After all…
“Marriage requires love to last; if a couple has no feelings for each other, how terrible that would be.”
If it really turned out that way, it would be a very sad thing for either of them.
Artoria’s eyes were clear; she looked straight into Guinevere’s eyes, as if she could look through them and deep into her heart.
This was indeed a quite sharp but unavoidable question.
Without love, marriage would eventually become a grave that devoured them.
“I understand.” Guinevere was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, “I think I know what you mean.”
“A marriage without love is full of loneliness and torment, and as time passes, it will evolve into endless pain.”
“Then…”
Guinevere raised her head to look back at her husband, her gaze earnest and pure.
“My King, please give me your sincere love.”
The incomparably beautiful Queen smiled like a flower, her azure eyes focused on the girl named Artoria: “And I will also return that love to you.”
Guinevere looked gently at the somewhat dazed King Arthur, stood up from the chair, then walked forward and took Artoria’s hands.
The sound of the wind outside the window quieted down for a moment; the moon emitted a clear, lingering light, and the girl spoke suddenly amidst the dancing moonlight.
“I will do my best to help you, care for you, and support you.”
The black-haired girl’s gaze, clearer than the moonlight, was as gentle as jade, blending the deep tones in the depths of Artoria’s eyes into green water.
“And I will also fulfill my duty to be a qualified Queen.”
Artoria stared fixedly at her wife; her back was as straight as a pine, and her expression was serious and solemn.
She gripped her wife’s hands tightly and said word by word with resounding force: “I will do my best to give you happiness; this is something I, Artoria, must do, and I will absolutely not betray your trust.” Read the latest chapters at NovelPing.
The fog before Guinevere’s eyes was gently pushed aside, her depressed mood was swept away, and the whole world became clear and bright.
Blue, bright, pure—the girl with shimmering lights in her eyes smiled.
Artoria looked at her like this, blinking her clear, green eyes.
Then she nodded solemnly, the up-and-down motion causing pure gold to flutter, shining with a dazzling light that inspired longing.
Artoria loved Guinevere, and Guinevere loved Artoria.
This was the bond between them.
— And this bond, they were both willing to accept.
Early the next morning, as sunlight spilled into the room, Artoria opened her eyes with a sleepy look.
She felt she was in a warm blanket, warm and comfortable, but vaguely, it seemed there was something else inside the blanket.
The touch was soft, and she could smell a very pleasant fragrance.
What exactly could it be?
Artoria blinked slowly, then slowly turned her head to look to her right.
Within arm’s reach was a beautiful girl, like an elf.
She was lying on her side facing Artoria, the hair by her ears and forehead falling onto her chest, her raven-feather-like long hair scattered on the bed like flowers, just like a water lily.
At this moment, the girl’s eyes were tightly closed as she was fast asleep, her beautiful figure rising and falling with her shallow breathing, drawing the eye.
Seeing this incredibly beautiful scene before her, Artoria’s originally muddled thoughts suddenly became clear.
…
Ah.
‘Oh right, I’m married.’
Looking at Guinevere sleeping beside her, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in Artoria’s heart, like a migratory bird of some season, coming on the wings of a dream and leaving on the wings of waking, as if in the clouds, free and unrestrained.
It was truly incredible; just by gazing at her sleeping face, Artoria felt her heart warm and swell, as if a lost traveler had finally returned to their hometown.
At this moment, in her heart, it seemed as if some place was slightly itching.
Just then, the sleeping Guinevere suddenly made a soft ‘Hmm~’ sound, her light, slender eyelashes trembling like a butterfly about to fly, and then she slowly opened her eyes, which were as clear as the sea.
That scene made Artoria feel that in this moment, it was as if a beautiful butterfly had really flown from Guinevere’s eyelashes into her heart.
“Mm…”
Guinevere reached out to rub her sleepy eyes; having just finished sleeping, she still looked a bit dazed.
“Good morning, Guinevere.”
“Good morning…”
Guinevere replied to Artoria’s greeting reflexively, her blue eyes following the sound and focusing on the blonde girl lying beside her.
“Waaah~!”
Suddenly, she, who had been muddled and not fully awake, let out a startled cry like a frightened little animal.
As if startled by something, Guinevere suddenly sat up from the bed, but perhaps because the movement was too large and caused her center of gravity to be unstable, her body, which hadn’t straightened up yet, suddenly fell backward.
“Careful.”
Artoria’s heart skipped a beat; she hurriedly sat up and reached out to catch Guinevere’s waist.
Her speed was fast; her well-trained physical fitness allowed Artoria to do what she wanted to do—prevent Guinevere from falling off the bed.
However…
Is a girl’s waist this thin, this soft?
Artoria held Guinevere’s waist and pulled her into her arms; smelling the girl’s fragrance in her arms, she, who had been single for two lifetimes, felt her heart pounding like thunder.
How should she describe that feeling?
Like holding a cat sleeping flat.
Like holding a fluffy, round hamster.