king and queen

There were tears in the queen's eyes, and those crystal tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped on the back of the king's hands, almost giving her the illusion that she was being burned.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Artoria only felt that the extremely tough dragon's heart seemed to be starting to ache, making it difficult for her to breathe at all—a very wonderful experience.

"I'm so sorry that I lost my composure in front of you."

Guinevia slowly stopped crying, belatedly realizing that she had been too emotional, that intense grief had overwhelmed her sanity, that the pain of losing someone had driven her to totality.She lowered her head, letting her long hair cover her expression and her husband's sight. "Let you see my embarrassed appearance, I really...was rude, Wang."

"Please forgive my sin."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Caught off guard, someone gently cupped her cheeks, and brushed away the messy hair in front of her face with warm fingers.

"You have no faults that require the king's forgiveness, Guinevia."

"Please don't cry, you are not suitable for such an expression."

The queen stared blankly at her gradually softening face, water droplets seemed to condense in her eyes again, but Guinevia began to hold tears stubbornly, not letting it roll down.

"You are not wrong, my queen, it was you who made the wayward king realize her mistake."

The innocent and cheerful little princess just needs to be happy forever, and the crying expression is really not suitable for her.

"I promise you, I won't leave you."

The more miserable the king, the happier the people.

Artoria believed in this sentence, and was trying to get closer to it.

but--

Things have changed.

she thought so.

This pain cannot be borne by the wife, and the only warmth she has is not allowed to be sacrificed.

Except for the king... No, it should be said that there is nothing left for Guinevia except Artoria.

She doesn't care about the queen's honor, nor does she care about losing her own freedom, all she cares about is—ah, why didn't she realize it sooner?Why didn't I finally understand until now.

Guinevia only cares about Arturia.

As a wife, she loves her husband, longs for her company, and strives to make her happy.

King Arthur finally understood this matter, and she couldn't ignore the voice in her heart, let alone ignore his wife's efforts.

"I am your husband, you are my wife, there is no one who is closer than us in the world."

"It's me who should say I'm sorry, I'm the one who made you cry... I'm just too incompetent."

"Forgive your foolish king."

"Genevia, I love you, I love you."

"This matter is definitely not false."

At this moment, the words that had been floating in her mind for many days were already able to be said without hindrance.

"You—you said, what?"

Guinevia was terrified. She subconsciously grabbed Wang's sleeve and asked eagerly, "Can you please say it again?"

She seemed to be afraid that she had heard it wrong, so she was so persistent in seeking answers.

Although I don't know if a king with emotions can lead a country well, but... Arturia clearly knows that the things that make Guinevia cry must be wrong.

The one who made her cry made a big mistake.

The husband pressed his wife's forehead and stared seriously at her pupils covered with mist.

Looking at the emerald green lake and the clear blue sky, Artoria's eyes lit up with joy, and a smile spread out on her face little by little. Sweet emotions rolled in her chest, which was incredibly soft.

"I like you, I have the confidence, and I won't lose to anyone."

She seemed to mean something.

Wang still refused to admit defeat, but Guinivia couldn't understand it.

"I love you too."

She finally smiled, with a pure and brilliant light shining in her pupils, that smile with tears in it was really bright and moving.

"Always, always very—"

Upright and noble, full of brilliance, the king of knights who is always saving others and fighting for the people, Guinevia loves her so passionately.

"I know it all."

It must be a "miracle" itself to take care of the body and mind, match the soul, and be loved by the one you love.

Artoria gently wiped away his wife's tears, and softly called out her name:

"Guinevia."

"what?"

Hearing the seriousness conveyed in the king's voice, the queen couldn't help but be ready.

"Can I kiss you?"

"----------Eh?"

Guinevia blushed instantly, her heart was beating violently, almost jumping out of her chest.

"I want to kiss you."

Arturia looked upright, "Is it okay?"

"...Why, why do you still ask for my opinion on such a matter?"

"Because I always make the queen sad, I make her sad, that wayward king really deserves a beating."

"That's not the case..." Guinevia blushed and whispered, "My king is the best king."

"Okay, so can I kiss you now?"

King Arthur nodded, looking serious in response, gazing at her with smiling green eyes.

Don't ask such embarrassing things...

Guinevia shyly raised the back of her hand to cover her cheek, and nodded silently.

Arturia subconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes, her heartbeat seemed to be accelerating, which made her gradually become tense.

The queen closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

The invincible King Arthur slowly approached his wife, slid his fingers over her cheek, and printed a soft kiss on the other's smooth forehead.

It is enough to meet this person in each other's lives, they are such a suitable and wonderful pair.

She can't be handed over to others, Arturia thinks this way, it's absolutely impossible.

As if being fatally bewitched, she was extremely pious and a little clumsy, and touched her wife's beautifully shaped lips until her cold lips became warm.

The feelings that have been forbeared, restrained, reserved, and restrained have finally broken out, and there is no need to confirm them anymore.

It is like a deadly drug, following the blood flowing through the body, soaking into the heart, and engraving into the soul.

Until the body dies, until the blood dries up, until the soul dies, it is possible for it to die quietly.

Part Two: High in the Clouds: The Lion King