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Asher took the water glass but hesitated to drink. He really had a bit of a psychological shadow. Even Lily would put medicine in the fish soup. Although he didn't know what she was thinking, Asher now had a sense of crisis, feeling like "some cunning commoner always wants to harm me."
"Arthur, aren't you drinking?" Guinevere's white dress hem reached her thighs, revealing a pair of smooth, legs.
Her hands were placed on her rounded knees, a hint of sorrow on her face. "Or is Arthur worried I'll poison the water?"
"No... I'm just suddenly not very thirsty," Asher said, but still picked up the glass and took a sip. Guinevere shouldn't go so far as to put medicine in. Lily's thought process was hard to understand, but this girl in front of him was different. With her gentle personality, how could she put medicine in a bowl? Besides, not everyone had Sister Morgan's potions.
Guinevere's bright, moist eyes stared intently at Asher.
After watching him drink a sip of water, she suddenly said, "Actually, I put something in it, Arthur." Asher almost spat out the water, but when he saw Guinevere's playful smile, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
It feels like this child has also been led astray by Sister Morgan... she wouldn't play tricks like this before.
"Sorry, I didn't expect you to react so strongly."
Guinevere maintained a sweet smile on her face, her kind voice making it impossible to get angry. Asher could only lightly cough twice and say, "Don't joke around when I'm drinking next time."
"Yes~" Guinevere replied obediently, her eyes twinkling slightly as she looked at Asher.
"What's wrong?" Asher felt uncomfortable under her gaze and turned to look out the window.
"Arthur's eyelashes are very long," she said.
"That's not a good thing. Sometimes eyelashes falling into your eyes can be very uncomfortable," Asher still looked out the window.
"Mhm... it seems so." Guinevere stared at the boy sitting by the bedside, pursed her lips, and smiled. "This seems to be the first time it's just the two of us, isn't it? It feels a little new." The first time they met at the ball, there were many people around. Even when Asher taught her martial arts later, Lily was basically always there.
"It seems so," Asher nodded gently. The room fell into an awkward silence again. Asher yawned, showing his drowsiness, hoping Guinevere would leave quickly. It wasn't that he disliked Guinevere; he just didn't know how to get along with this girl.
"Arthur, can I ask you a question?" However, Guinevere clearly had no intention of leaving. She either didn't notice Asher's yawn earlier, or pretended not to.
"No," Asher said. Guinevere was slightly startled, then puffed out her cheeks slightly. What a mean king.
"You can ask... ask..." Asher felt completely uncomfortable under Guinevere's resentful gaze, feeling as if he had done something wrong to her.
"Did you go out on some mission yesterday? Otherwise, why would you be so tired?" Guinevere asked, placing her hands on her knees and leaning slightly forward, looking very curious. Asher just tilted his head and glanced, his gaze falling directly on Guinevere's vaguely visible fair cleavage. He then glanced at Guinevere's bright, curious eyes, and withdrew his gaze as if he hadn't noticed. Does this girl have no sense of self-preservation at all? She's so close all of a sudden, doesn't she notice her chest is a bit exposed?
"Arthur?" Guinevere called out again softly.
"Mhm... I did go on a mission, so I'm a bit tired," Asher said. "Actually, I'm still a bit tired now."
This girl is so smart, she should understand what I mean. Asher thought.
"Is that so? Sorry, I think I got a little too excited,"
Guinevere nodded gently. "Then you can go back to sleep."
Asher nodded. "Sorry." After speaking, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes, but after a while, when he opened his eyes, he found Guinevere still sitting by the bed, watching him.
"Um, you can go do your own things first..." Asher tried to use indirect words to persuade Guinevere to leave.
"It's alright, my priority is taking care of Arthur here.
Lily said morning training can wait until the afternoon, and she also has some things to do." Guinevere used her little finger to brush a falling strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her swan-like fair neck. Asher was involuntarily drawn to this gesture. He had to admit, when girls made this gesture, it was truly captivating, especially when the person was a well-known beauty.
Even as a young girl, she was quite adorable.
"Besides, it's not even time for training yet, is it?"
Guinevere glanced out the window; the sun had not yet risen, and it was still dark.
"You're right," Asher couldn't say anything more, so he simply turned his back, pretending not to notice Guinevere, and lay on his side, preparing to sleep. Asher still trusted Guinevere a lot. After all, she had lived in the palace for so long, and their daily training had made them acquainted early on.
"By the way, Arthur." Guinevere quietly stared at Asher's back. "Don't trust me too much, you know."
"Don't trust you too much...?" Asher turned to look. Her bright eyes held a hint of darkness.
"Actually, after the knighting ceremony, father gave me a mission. Guess what it was?" Asher remained silent because he couldn't guess such a thing. He just looked at Guinevere, waiting for her to continue.
"It wasn't a good mission." Guinevere's lips held a hint of bitterness. She lowered her head as if disheartened, and her choked mumble inexplicably softened Asher's heart.
He saw Guinevere looking down at her knees, her hands gently clutching the hem of her white dress, her platinum blonde hair cascading down. Suddenly, an emotion that Asher himself couldn't quite describe welled up from his heart. He raised his hand and gently patted Guinevere's shoulder. "It's alright. If you don't want to go back, just stay here."
Guinevere kept her head bowed, only placing her hand on Asher's hand. Her hand is so cold, and her fingers are very long... Asher thought. Guinevere's slightly trembling shoulders gradually steadied, and her previous negative emotions slowly calmed down, as if she felt at ease only by holding Asher's hand.
"Thank you, Arthur." She raised her eyelids. The sadness from before was gone from her bright eyes. Her calm gaze gave Asher an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
It seems this is the first time someone has relied on me, right?
Asher suddenly thought. Both Scathach and Morgan Le Fay were the strong type, like high and mighty empresses. And Lily rarely relied on others; she basically solved problems herself in silence. Otherwise, Morgan wouldn't have had to beat around the bush to make Asher pull out the Caliburn. But Guinevere would calm down with just a small gesture from him, which was something he had never experienced before.
Guinevere lightly yawned, tears welling up in her eyes.
"It's really not good to wake up too early. You should go back to rest. You don't need to take care of me here," Asher said.
"It's alright, I'm just a little sleepy, it's fine," Guinevere shook her head.
"That won't do. And if you keep guarding here, I won't feel comfortable sleeping, it'll be a bit unusual," Asher tried to persuade Guinevere to go back. Guinevere tilted her head slightly and thought, "Then can I rest here for a little while? That way Arthur can also rest easy, right?" Asher thought for a moment and finally nodded. Guinevere had said this much; it seemed a bit inappropriate to "kick" her out.
"Uh... by the way, where will you sleep?" But new problems quickly arose. The other party said she wanted to rest here, but there was no way he could let her sleep in the same bed as him, right? Guinevere seemed to have seen Asher's dilemma and smiled faintly. "No need. I'll just lie down for a bit. I was originally here to take care of Arthur, and Arthur allowing me to rest is already a great kindness. How could I ask for more?"
"Or, if Arthur doesn't mind me sleeping on the bed, I wouldn't mind either?" As she finished speaking, a hint of playfulness entered Guinevere's tone.
This girl doesn't seem as pure and gentle as I thought... she seems a little cunning too. Asher silently thought.
"Just kidding, of course." Guinevere stared at Asher for a while, then suddenly smiled and lay down on the bedside, gently rubbing her face against the soft mattress, seemingly trying to find a comfortable position to sleep.
Seeing this, Asher couldn't say anything more and tacitly allowed her actions.
But He glanced at Guinevere again. A white flower was pinned to the chest of her pure white dress. From his angle, he could clearly see the vaguely visible pattern of a pink and white bra beneath the dress. She truly had no defenses at all. Any other man would probably be unable to control themselves, right? But Asher was different. He was the upright (cowardly) King Arthur, and he wouldn't take advantage of someone in a vulnerable position.
Not long after, soft snoring sounds came from the room. Asher's gaze lingered for a moment on Guinevere's long eyelashes as she slept, then he shook his head.
She said my eyelashes are long, but hers are quite long too.
"But now I'm not sleepy at all," Asher sighed again. If he had been a little sleepy just now, after chatting with Guinevere, Asher was completely awake. Not just because he saw some exciting beautiful things, or for other reasons.
She seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably. Guinevere's brow furrowed slightly. She grabbed one of Asher's arms, as if using it as a pillow, her tender white cheek resting on Asher's arm, and continued to sleep. Asher was stunned, then looked at Guinevere again. Even in the dim light, her sleeping face had a lazy yet charming elegance that made one's heart pound.
It was said that King Leodegrance had received several marriage proposals, requesting to marry Guinevere.
Asher initially couldn't understand why, but from their interaction today, he seemed to slightly understand the reason. "Princess Guinevere?" Asher tried to call out softly. But Guinevere didn't respond; she seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Asher tried to pull his arm out from where Guinevere was holding him, but just as he tried to pull it out, he heard the girl gently hum.
Forget it... I'll just give up. Asher abandoned his previous thought and turned to look at the rain curtain outside the window. Other than his arm getting a little numb after a while, there didn't seem to be anything bad about it.
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In a spacious room, Artoria somewhat awkwardly held up the hem of her dress, seemingly very uncomfortable.
"It still looks a bit strange, doesn't it?" she murmured to herself.
"No, it's very cute. I should say Lily looks cute in anything," Morgan said, examining the girl who had just changed. She was wearing a white dress, her golden hair tied with a red ribbon, white stockings covering her rounded, slender legs. A soft, fair hint was revealed beneath the hem, forming a perfect "absolute territory."
Her fair, delicate skin combined with this white dress made her appear pure and captivating at first glance.
"It's too perfect; it even makes my heart pound," Morgan Le Fay said, her eyes gleaming with a wolf-like green light as she stared at Artoria.
"It really doesn't look strange?" Artoria tilted her head slightly, a puzzled expression on her face. Artoria rarely bothered to dress up herself. This time, it was also at her Royal Sister's urging that she followed her to change clothes, saying that it would multiply her charm and make it impossible to be a "little transparent." With a skeptical attitude, Artoria still put on the clothes Morgan had prepared for her. Actually, she had changed clothes several times today. One time, the exposure was too much for her to accept, but this time was fine.
Although the skirt seemed a bit short, at least she was wearing stockings, so her legs wouldn't be seen. Hmm... after all, she has white stockings 'protecting' her.
"Now you can go see Ash with confidence. Observe his expression carefully, and I guarantee you'll see an expression you've never seen before," Morgan said, standing behind Artoria, patting her shoulder with a smile.
"I didn't dress up specifically for him," Artoria frowned. "I just wanted to try something new."
"Yes, yes, I know," Morgan replied perfunctorily. "Go quickly. You're already his court steward. Whether you want him to see it or not, you still have to take care of him, right?"
"I ran into Guinevere on the way. She said if I don't mind, she could go take care of Ash, so there's no need to worry for now," Artoria said.
"You really trust her," Morgan said. Artoria nodded gently. "She's a very trustworthy companion."
"Is that so?" Morgan Le Fay murmured to herself. "So Royal Sister isn't trustworthy?" Although she had "stolen a few tastes" during this time, and almost drained Asher twice, she still planned to leave Asher to her sister in the future... Oh, of course, to be precise, both her sister and Ash were hers.
Artoria remained silent, lost in thought.
"Anyway, it's not good to keep letting Guinevere take care of Ash, is it? She's King Leodegrance's daughter, after all, and our guest," Morgan gave Lily a way out, knowing that Lily was still quite looking forward to Asher's amazed expression when he saw her outfit. Artoria nodded gently. "Then I'll go to Ash's side first."
"Remember to tell Sister his reaction later, okay?"
Morgan smiled and waved, watching Artoria leave, a thoughtful expression on her face. Lily is still too trusting... Even Guinevere isn't someone to be completely trusted. Even if Guinevere herself had no intention, if her father were to push things from behind, that girl would probably also make a move on Ash. And... Guinevere might not even be unwilling. Royalty is heartless, but Guinevere and Asher have been together for so long; she should know that child is very timid, so he wouldn't use the ruthless methods politicians should.
This is undoubtedly very appealing. Having supreme power, yet being very approachable. If Guinevere doesn't want to be used as a tool for political marriage, the best way is probably to find someone she likes before the marriage. She must have feelings for Asher; there's no doubt about that. So, for Guinevere, marrying Asher is probably the best choice.
But it has nothing to do with her, anyway. Morgan Le Fay slowly tidied up the clothes Artoria had just taken off, her mind pondering certain things. Anyway, apart from Scathach, there were no other opponents worth paying attention to.
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"The skirt is still too short, after all." Artoria awkwardly tugged at the hem of her skirt. She was a little younger than Asher. Even though she had tempered her character in childhood, she was still just a girl, and rarely wore such revealing skirts, so she inevitably felt a bit uneasy.
It's alright. Since Royal Sister said so, there shouldn't be any problem... Artoria secretly comforted herself, then gently knocked on the door. But she only knocked once and stopped. It wouldn't be good to wake Asher if he was sleeping. She raised her hand and quietly pushed the door open. Through the crack, she saw Asher staring blankly out the window.
"Is he already awake?" Artoria thought this, then pushed the door open and called out, "Ash"
"Shh!" Asher reacted quickly, turning with his index finger pressed to his lips. "Quieter, she's asleep." Asher pointed to Guinevere, who was sprawled out on the bedside, deep in sleep.
Artoria was stunned for a moment, then her gaze suddenly froze on Guinevere's hands. Guinevere was holding one of Asher's arms, like an elegant cat, her cheek pressed against his arm, seemingly sleeping soundly.
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