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Chapter 11: The Wedding

King Uther’s arrival accelerated the wedding ceremony between Lot and Morgan.

Within just a couple of days, the ceremony was held in Lot’s castle.

The wedding customs of this era were much simpler compared to those of his past life. Britain had not yet fully embraced Christianity, so the ceremony was mainly about allowing the nobility to witness and acknowledge their union.

The entire castle was decorated with fresh flowers, and the maids had cleaned every corridor and room until they were spotless.

Under the expectant gazes of the gathered nobles, Lot and Morgan made their grand appearance.

Lot was dressed in a white ceremonial suit, with an exquisitely adorned longsword hanging diagonally at his waist. His tall and well-proportioned figure, combined with his strikingly handsome features, made him look even more divine than the legendary offspring of gods.

Beside him, holding his hand, was Morgan.

She was dressed in a white wedding gown, with a delicate white tassel adorning her head. Her beautiful face carried a soft, faint smile.

Both of them possessed noble status and remarkable looks—truly a match made in heaven.

The nobles couldn’t help but voice their blessings.

They’re perfect for each other.

That was the unanimous thought of the crowd.

After going through a series of wedding rituals, Lot and Morgan were officially declared husband and wife.

Throughout the ceremony, Morgan continuously listened to Lot’s inner thoughts—

[Am I really getting married? I’m actually marrying Morgan?!]

Morgan rolled her eyes inwardly.

It’s just a wedding. Why are you so shocked?

There’s nothing to be nervous about. I, Morgan, am absolutely not nervous.

Nope. Not nervous at all.

Not nervous.

Not...

I’M NERVOUS!

Then, Lot’s mind suddenly took a strange turn—

[From now on, we’ll have children together. Their names will be Gawain, Agravain, Gaheris, and Gareth.]

Wait, hold on! That’s already four kids!

We JUST got married today! Why are you already thinking so far ahead?!

Are you planning to never let me rest?!

Also, why are they all boys? What if we have daughters instead?!

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At first, Morgan could tolerate his thoughts, but then his mind completely derailed—

[Damn, this wedding dress is amazing. Should I ask Morgan to keep it on tonight? Uniforms are just too irresistible.]

[Mmm, her legs are so long, so white, and so slender. Absolutely stunning!]

[Her blushing face makes me feel all kinds of things!]

[White stockings, ultimate perfection!]

As someone who had lived through the 21st century, Lot had probably seen more risqué images in a single day than people from the past several centuries combined. It was easy to imagine just how shameless his inner fantasies were.

Morgan’s face turned bright red.

You perverted dog!

So shameless!

So vulgar!

So... damn vulgar!

I really want to bite you!

The onlookers, however, remained oblivious to her true thoughts. They merely assumed that Morgan was simply feeling shy.

Well, it’s understandable. After all, Lot is incredibly handsome.

Totally understandable.

With good-natured laughter and cheers from the guests, the wedding ceremony concluded smoothly.

After the event, King Uther spoke briefly with Lot, instructing him and Morgan to meet him the next day for an important discussion. Then, he left with Merlin.

Now, only Lot and Morgan remained.

"Uh, shall we go rest?" Lot said to Morgan.

[Damn, I’m so nervous. This is both exciting and nerve-wracking. Also, what if I end up hurting Morgan?]

Morgan glanced at him.

You’re not the only one nervous—I’m about to die from nerves too!

This is my first time as well.

What will it feel like?

But now was not the time to show weakness.

She had to establish dominance.

"Come, let’s rest," Morgan said, trying her best to keep a neutral expression.

Then, the two of them walked toward the bedroom.

Even though they didn’t fully understand each other yet, they were already husband and wife.

Then let’s marry first and fall in love later.

Lot wrapped his arms around Morgan’s waist, pulling her closer.

After walking a few steps, Morgan spoke up,

"In the future, I want to manage Orkney with you."

"Sure, I can even leave it all to you if you want," Lot readily agreed.

He never had much interest in handling political affairs, so if someone else was willing to take over, that was perfect. Besides, he suspected that the reason Morgan later became so fixated on meddling in Artoria’s business was simply because she was too bored. If he gave her plenty of responsibilities now, keeping her busy, she wouldn’t have time to stir up trouble. That would be ideal.

As Lot thought about this, he looked at Morgan.

But right now, the most important thing is our first night together.

Finally, it’s time for me to lose my V card!

Morgan hadn't heard his previous inner thoughts, but this last one was so emotionally charged that it came through loud and clear.

I'm about to be claimed by this perverted mutt!

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The next morning.

[Did I hurt Morgan last night?]

[It was her first time, and I had no experience at all. Was I too rough? Did I not consider her feelings enough?]

Morgan was woken up by his inner thoughts.

‘No kidding! Why don’t you try switching places with me?! What the hell have you been eating to grow like this?!’

‘Hmph, but at least you have a conscience. You’re not some heartless scumbag who completely disregards his wife's feelings.’

She grumbled in her thoughts, secretly relieved that Lot actually cared about her well-being.

However, there was something strange about all this.

How was it that Lot, despite being a virgin before last night, had been so skilled?

Where did he get all that experience?

If she hadn’t been able to hear his thoughts, she would have assumed he was one of those aristocrats who frequently took liberties with the maids.

But if he wasn’t...

Could it be that in this area as well, he was just a naturally gifted prodigy?!

How weird.

Morgan cracked her eyes open slightly and saw Lot staring at her intently.

"Good morning," she murmured sleepily.

"Morning," Lot responded, gently pinching her small nose.

Even though only a night had passed, they felt significantly closer than before.

Morgan quickly wriggled out of his embrace and said,

"We should get up. Father said he had something important to discuss with us."

She was eager to focus on serious matters.

Yesterday, her father had sought them out, and from the looks of it, he had something urgent to discuss.

Of course, she was also afraid that Lot might want another round.

She definitely couldn't handle that.

Just to be sure, she discreetly eavesdropped on Lot’s thoughts and confirmed that, for now, he had no such intentions.

The two got dressed, and Morgan discreetly used magic to heal herself a little.

Then, hand in hand, they went to meet King Uther.