One Month Later
These matters are wearing me down. Dealing with nobles is exhausting, not hard, just tiring.
This week, the nobles in Orkney had their estates confiscated and converted into military housing. Their lands were redistributed to the people.
We granted them a 3-year tax exemption, but in return, we're taking 30% of their harvests because that's the price of the favor we've granted them.
I still believe that I can strengthen this country's economy through agricultural reforms. Just by draining half of the nobles' treasuries, the royal treasury is already overflowing.
How did I handle the nobles so swiftly? I provoked conflict among them.
The day I made my first decree, nearly all of them tried to rebel except for a few loyal ones. I gathered a unit of knights.
Since there's no long-distance communication yet, they were sending letters to one another.
As king, I already knew nearly everything about Orkney's lands. I stationed my men accordingly.
Some nobles' sons vanished along those routes, lost forever.
The people are very pleased. To preserve internal peace, I formed a new knight group. Though it's still in its infancy, they're called: The Vowkeepers.
I chose that name to emphasize loyalty. I was going to call them Death Watch, but then I thought, what if this turns into a Chaos or Horus Heresy situation? (jk)
The people are happy, but the nobles… well, they're gone now.
Even now, the palace remains unstable. This month alone, there have been two assassination attempts
The first time, they poisoned my food.
The second, someone broke into my room while I was sleeping.
Even though my dragon blood hasn't awakened his full potential, my senses are still sharp. I grabbed the assassin's wrist just before the knife struck, and choked him out.
Don't worry. He just passed out. We interrogated him gently (absolutely not gently).
After finding the culprits, we burned their houses down.
You know what they say: Too much mercy is treason.
Now my head hurts from everything.
I got a letter about the wedding. It's in a week. King Uther is rushing it. I understand why.
But it's wearing me down.
Since summer is approaching, I prioritized agriculture.
We haven't even manufactured new farming tools yet. Farming is primitive for now—but that's understandable.
The mystery is fading. The fall of Britannia isn't far off.
The age of gods is ending, and the age of man is beginning.
Another kind of headache.
If I'm going to look at marrying Morgan from a positive perspective… You know what they say:
Know yourself, then know your enemy.
Or…
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
So maybe this marriage is an advantage.
But when I think of Gawain, Agravain, or whatever children I'm supposed to be father… my head throbs even more.
If it weren't for me, half of the Round Table Knights wouldn't exist, or would they be born from someone else?
Some stories say Morgan is half-human through Morgause.
At least in the Fate universe, even in Camelot, she's respected, albeit barely. She's still a princess.
I will not wage war unless necessary.
War is not the goal. It is a tool.
I pick up the bell on my desk and ring it. A knight enters immediately.
He stands straight, salutes, and says, "At your command, my king."
These men are slowly becoming fanatics. I look at him, stand up, and say coldly:
"Gather all the knights. Everyone. Tell them to wait for me.
Relay this order immediately. If they're not ready in one hour, there will be consequences."
My voice was icy.
The knight instantly snaps into a salute and dashes out.
Why did I do this?
It is simple.to discipline them.
To teach them unity and virtue.
The Sun Dragon Bloodline is still crawling, but as it matures, I'll gain even more strength and
I'll become a walking embodiment of the sun.
My body has already developed in many ways, being a dragon. I've become the incarnation of mystery itself.
One Hour Later
All the knights are gathered before me, standing tall and silent.
The generals stand at the front.
Everyone is looking at me, anticipating what I'll say.
Without speaking, I begin:
"Comrades. I've summoned you here for an important reason.
From now on, you'll undergo four months of training—with me."
I see curiosity and reverence burning in their eyes.
"From this point on, my brothers, you'll work for Orkney.
For your families. For your children.
As your king, my duty is to my people—and that means you."
Almost all of them nod in unison.
"Listen well.
These lands were forged by our oaths, our blood, and our ashes.
Who dares to take from us?
Who dares to threaten our lands, our women, our children?
Today, we are not just a people, we are an army of belief!
Remember:
Fear is not armor.
Running is not survival.
Submission is not living!
Don't forget that!
So let us take this further
FOR ORKNEY!!!"
"FOR ORKNEY!!!"
"FOR ORKNEY!!!"
"FOR ORKNEY!!!"
They raise their arms and shout.
Good. I need to show my leadership.
I dismiss them.
Morgan is supposed to arrive at the palace today. I need to prepare for her arrival.
I give orders to my generals.
All this month, I've been teaching them a strategy. They now look at me with reverence, and that's enough for now.
After they leave, a servant informs me that Morgan has arrived. I tell him to send her to my office.
Honestly… I don't know how to face this woman.
I head to my office and open the door.
There she has porcelain skin, silver hair, dressed in a gothic style.
When she sees me, she shows no reaction.
I don't care. I sit down and look at her.
She feels like a baby, emotionless, I mean.
"To what do I owe this visit, Princess Morgan?"
My voice was cold, my demeanor distant.
She finally speaks:
"King Uther sent me. He thought we should meet before the wedding.
Pleased to meet you, King Lott."
"Understood. A room will be prepared for you.
Once we are wed, you will be Queen of Orkney.
I expect a satisfactory performance."
It sounded like I was hiring her for a job, but she needs to know her place.
"You're cold, King Lott. Is it because of the rumors about me?"
The room feels even colder. But it doesn't affect me.
I narrow my eyes and look into hers.
"I don't care about your titles, Witch Queen, or anything else.
I only expect you to fulfill your role as queen.
Anything you want will be provided."
I'm speaking like a soldier.
But I don't have time to deal with a rebellious witch.
She blushes slightly. What?
Is she hurt?
I know she lacks love and is judged by everyone, but this?
Did I accidentally activate the "bullshit-no-jutsu"?
She stands up and places her hand on my shoulder.
I feel uneasy. She could pull a knife at any second. But I don't show it.
"Tell me, King Lott… isn't a queen supposed to be by her king's side?"
It feels like she's trying to charm me—but it's useless.
I simply nod.
She smirks like she's just trapped a bird in a cage.
"Then… instead of giving me a room, can we share one?"
Technically, we'll be married in a week, so it's not wrong.
Still… sleeping beside someone who might stab me isn't comforting.
"Yes," I answer.
My instincts scream that something bad will happen if I say no.
This woman is… dominant.
If you saw her, you'd probably kneel and say "Mommy."
She starts massaging my shoulders more intensely.
But I don't trust her.
Hell, I don't even trust myself in this state of Britannia after the gods fall.
If necessary, I'll flee to the Huns and serve under Attila.
That's a last resort, of course.
We spent the evening discussing policies in the office.
She's surprised at first—especially when I explain how I destroyed the nobles and replaced them with military families.
Her face was genuinely shocked—worth noting.
But what shocked her most were the agricultural laws.
I still remember exactly what she said:
"Why did you give them a tax exemption for 3 years and land?
How will the royal treasury survive?"
I chuckled. Some of my men had asked the same.
"Because unused treasure is worthless.
Yes, these reforms were costly.
But you'll see the results by next year—long-term gains."
She called me insane.
I laughed again:
"Sometimes, to succeed, you have to be crazier than a madman. You have to be insane."
Later that evening, we went to the room together.
We changed clothes without looking at each other.
At least I kept my back turned.
I didn't know what she was doing, but I felt like I was being watched.
Didn't care. At least I'm immune to poison.
The sun-like magic in me burns away all toxins.
After changing, I lay down.
Morgan wore a black nightgown.
She was… very attractive.
But we're both 15, technically legal by law.
I lay down first and stared at the ceiling.
She stood by the bed, staring at me.
"What is it, Morgan?"
"Aren't you going to touch me?"
What is this woman saying?
I panic for a moment.
We just met.
We may have been a little too close—but this is too fast.
Still, I turn my head and say:
"No. If you're going to sleep, get in bed."
I feel a hint of hurt in her silence.
My instincts say this is bad, but I don't care.
She climbs into bed and hugs me from behind.
I feel her touch.
Why do I feel like I'm being harassed?
I turn around and look at her with a calm expression.
I'm not stupid.
I know what she wants.
She wants to tie herself to me to secure her position as Queen of Orkney.
At the very least, to make me emotionally attached.
"You're too fast. Not now."
I hug her.
Suddenly, sleep washes over me, and I close my eyes.
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