Morgan POV:
It's been a long time since I married King Lott, about 4 months, we're entering our 5th month. That bastard keeps making me wait. Every time I try to allure him, it always backfires. He spends more time with his subordinates than with me.
One day, while we were in bed, I asked him, "Don't I mean anything to you?"
But that bastard just acted like he didn't hear the question.
It was like he was avoiding me.
Haven't I already suffered enough? I never got my father's love. I thought Lott might fill that void or give me that affection, but no, that bastard was just like my father.
So during his training (torture), I used all the poisons in excess. But he smiled at me, like he understood what I was doing. That made me whip him more. Give more electricity.
Could he be a masochist?
Letting off my anger like that made me feel better.
No matter what I did to his body, the next day it would adapt, and he'd push himself to the edge of death. The child he brought with him was the same.
I saw Lott use strange attacks—his nails could extend, and they were sharper than knives.
I can't take it anymore. Even my father told me he was expecting grandchildren. That bastard cares about everything except me.
I just want Lott to look only at me to love me. If necessary, let Orkney burn...
I once learned that I was not destined to be Queen of Camelot from my father; I also learned I had another sibling, and I can't find him.
All of this drives me into despair, but Lott, he's different. He had a blood feud with Pellionore. His family had been killed. He became king out of necessity.
I can say I felt sorry for him.
When we started his training sessions, I asked, "Why do you wear yourself out like this?" His only answer was "For my people," and he gave me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.
That day, I wanted him even more. He was like the sun. But still...
He feels so close, but no matter how much I try to get closer, I just can't catch him. It's like I'm stuck in an endless loop.
That's why I worked so hard. My magecraft is related to shadows, or rather, to darkness because of a certain bitch.
Vivian, Lady of the Lake.
We're the same person. She's the good side, I'm the bad. She's the light, I'm the dark.
I'm getting more and more attached to this kingdom. While walking outside, even a little girl gave me a small flower crown.
I still keep it. In Camelot, such a thing would be impossible. I was loved by no one.
But here in Orkney, I'm loved by everyone—and yet, I can't get love from the one I love.
That's why I gave more importance to magecraft. I worked harder, almost to the point of madness. Every day, I got better—thanks to my live test subject, Lott.
Once, I wanted to kill the men around Lott so he'd be desperate and I'd be the only one he could come to for comfort.
But I knew if I did that and Lott found out, he'd hate me.
So I stopped myself, but today was my breaking point.
I thought it was finally time to have a child, so I asked him. He rejected me with a blank face, and I couldn't hold back. I snapped. I cried. I told him he was just like my father, but all he did was offer me a handkerchief.
And then he said:
"Morgan, I'm sorry, but the kingdom is still adapting to the new system. Maybe I'm not a good husband. If you don't want me, you can go to Camelot to your father anytime."
He told me to leave. To go back to that shithole? You're sending me back to hell?
I see now it's all because of this kingdom.
It's all because of ORKNEY.
All of this is because of that cursed kingdom. I turned my back on him and threw a poisoned dagger. I couldn't contain my rage anymore, and I just had a full-blown meltdown.
I wasn't surprised he caught it with two fingers and broke the blade.
I already knew this would happen. If he couldn't even do that, he might as well die.
Maybe I should tie him up, bind him, but after all that training (torture), he's become too powerful.
What I was thinking was crazy, maybe impossible—but if I advanced my magecraft, maybe I could do it, I thought.
Maybe I could make a chain strong enough to hold him. And then we'd have children. Then I'd get his attention.
That damned Camelot could burn. Why bother with trash when I have more important things in front of me?
I've made my decision. I won't back down. If this is the end of me, so be it.
Evening came. That prick still hadn't come. Are you going to leave me alone?
I waited and waited and waited. I couldn't sleep. I was crying alone in bed again.
So you don't care about me. After showing me the light, you're throwing me back into the dark?
But you're wrong—you can't leave me. You can't reject me. I went to his office, tried to open the door, but it was locked with magecraft. Extra precautions had been taken. I kicked it—I even tried decay—but the door didn't budge.
I went back to the room. I'll wait, Lott. Whether you want my love or not, you'll take it.
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