Adapting to the shift in identity would certainly take some time, but it wasn’t a matter of great urgency.
The two of them had sufficient patience for this.
“Guinevere, we need to get ready early.”
Since they were already awake, lingering in bed would be too lazy; after all, there was still much to do today.
Artoria climbed out of the soft bed, then turned and reached out a hand toward her wife.
Guinevere, having recovered from her shyness, took Artoria’s hand and used the leverage to get out of bed, walking to her husband’s side.
She watched as Artoria, having changed out of her pajamas, prepared to put on her outdoor clothing.
She suddenly recalled the lessons taught by the teachers specifically hired by the King of Scotland before she left Scotland, regarding how to be a qualified wife.
“Please, let me dress you today?”
“…?”
Artoria held her clothes in her hands, her expression dazed.
Her wife’s statement left her at a loss for a moment, and her movements and expression froze involuntarily.
But soon, a sense of joy filled her heart.
“May I!?” She looked at Guinevere, those emerald eyes filled with joy and shyness.
“Pfft~, of course you can, I am your wife, after all.”
Perhaps not expecting the usually rigorous and serious King Arthur to show such an expression, Guinevere couldn’t help but find it amusing.
She stepped forward, took the clothes from Artoria’s hands, then stepped back and said with a smile:
“We are already married; you must learn to get used to it.”
—Ah.
Waking up every day to a beautiful wife wishing me good morning, and dressing me—am I in heaven?
Artoria, who had been single for two lifetimes, almost shed tears of emotion on the spot.
“I will get used to it!
So please, by all means, help me dress, Guinevere!”
She tightened her delicate little face, her eyes shining with bright colors, and spoke to her wife in an excited tone.
“…”
Is she that happy?
Looking at the expectant and joyful King Arthur before her, Guinevere seemed infected by the happy mood, and a bright smile curled onto her lips.
It’s wonderful that the King can be so energetic.
“Then, please stand here and open your arms.”
“Alright.”
Artoria’s face lit up with a bright smile, her eyes seemingly hiding a sky full of stars; she stood obediently in place and opened her arms according to Guinevere’s instructions. Get faster updates on g.com.
That appearance was just too obedient and cute, making the Queen, who had walked to her husband’s side holding the clothes, unable to hold back a giggle.
Hearing her wife’s laughter, Artoria just froze for a moment, then a helpless yet doting expression appeared on her face.
“Don’t make fun of me, Guinevere.”
“That’s not making fun of you; it’s just because you, my King, are just too cute.”
“Cute or whatever…”
Artoria sighed helplessly, “That’s not a word used to describe a man.”
“But you are not a man in front of me, are you?”
Guinevere’s melodious and crisp voice rang in her ears; the young girl’s arms wrapped around her waist, gently tidying the messy clothes on her body.
Smelling the wisps of sweet fragrance emanating from the young girl, Artoria suddenly realized just how close the two of them were right now.
She turned her head, her gaze uncontrollably looking at the girl who was now within arm’s reach; her fair neck was as elegant as a swan’s, her face fresh and unadorned, and her thick, seaweed-like long hair gave her an aura of innocent allure.
What should I do…
Artoria lowered her eyelashes, feeling a tingling sensation in her heart as if it had been lightly brushed by a feather.
I want to hold her in my arms, I want to kiss her soft lips.
“King?”
Perhaps because she hadn’t received a response for a long time, Guinevere looked up in confusion, her azure eyes filled with a bit of bewilderment.
And suddenly, their eyes met.
In Artoria’s eyes, which should have been pure emerald, there now seemed to be a molten, vermilion hue, beautiful and charming, as if there were a vortex of flames inside, deeply captivating Guinevere’s spirit at that moment.
Guinevere was stunned, watching that face, which was getting closer and closer, enlarge before her eyes.
As if bewitched by something, Guinevere, who should have pushed Artoria away, slowly closed her eyes.
What does a kiss feel like?
For Artoria, when she touched Guinevere’s beautifully shaped lips, it felt like kissing a sweet marshmallow, soft and sugary.
That feeling was just too wonderful, making her involuntarily want to sink deeper into it.
Guinevere’s sweet breath hit her face, making Artoria’s heart beat even faster; she intuitively used her lips to trace those slightly cool lips until she made them warm.
Just as Artoria wanted to go further, clumsily trying to pry open her wife’s lips with the tip of her tongue, Guinevere, who was a bit dazed from the kiss, suddenly came to her senses and pushed her away abruptly.
“Ooh ah~”
Guinevere let out a flustered cry, her cheeks flushed, and those azure eyes were now moist like water, filled with shyness.
She raised her hand to cover her lips, her heart beating violently in her chest, thumping as if it were about to jump out at any moment.
Artoria was caught off guard and pushed back two steps; she looked up, her moist emerald eyes looking helplessly toward her wife.
Guinevere’s eyes wandered around, just not daring to look in Artoria’s direction.
“You…
what were you just doing?!”
The black-haired, blue-eyed girl was blushing and hot, and her trembling, flustered voice completely brought Artoria back to her senses.
“!!!”
The King of Britain stiffened, her eyes widening abruptly; she, who had been a bit swayed just a moment ago, suddenly realized what she had done to Guinevere.
‘I actually kissed her!’
Am I that amazing, that brave?
She could still feel the warm, soft touch, as if a delicate, beautiful flower had lightly kissed her lips.
No, now is not the time to reminisce.
Artoria looked somewhat awkwardly at Guinevere, who was still blushing, and said with a guilty voice:
“Sorry…, um, I couldn’t help myself.”
Couldn’t help yourself?!
What kind of lousy excuse is that??!!
Guinevere felt her cheeks were about to smoke; she had never encountered such a shameful thing in all her life.
Why did she kiss me?
Does she like me?
Is King Arthur this kind of person?
No, that’s not right; I did agree to love her yesterday, and Artoria did tell me she would love me from the bottom of her heart.
But!
Wasn’t the love we spoke of unrelated to romantic feelings, but rather a love born of mutual support within a family?
Did I misunderstand?
Was the love Artoria spoke of that kind of meaning?
Speaking of which, I’m also at fault; why didn’t I push her away when she kissed me!
“Ooh~”
Looking at King Arthur before her, who was feigning innocence and wearing a pitiful expression, Guinevere couldn’t help but let out a small, animal-like whimper.
Just today, the Queen of Britain was forcibly shown the door to a new world by her husband.
Congratulations, congratulations.