Capítulo 22: Chapter 22: Preparing for Battle (rewrite)
Preparing for Battle
Morgan found herself grappling with a new challenge. Each night, she felt drained from the responsibilities that came with her role. During the day, she was busy with official duties, and her husband's apparent laziness added to her frustration. If it weren't for his charming demeanour and sharp intellect, I would have dealt with him more harshly, she thought. In her ideal future, she envisioned a scenario where she'd take charge of the governance, locking Lott away to handle administrative affairs while she pretended to travel. For now, she focused on her tasks with determination.
Morgan was diligently processing official documents when Lott entered the room, fishing rod in hand. "Morgan, how's it going?" he asked with a cheerful smile.
Morgan couldn't help but smirk at Lott's apparent ease. Now you see how burdensome it is to be a ruler. You want the throne of Camelot so badly but just wait. When the time is right, I'll help you gain more territory than Camelot. She dismissed his thoughts with a wave. I'm more than capable on my own.
"Is that so?" Lott said, looking at the pile of documents. His expression suggested he found the amount overwhelming. This is just a fraction! I almost cried seeing this earlier. But I can't add more work for my wife. If she's truly exhausted, it's too much.
Morgan, sensing Lott's concern, felt a mix of pride and irritation. You still care about me, even if you're lazy. I won't wait for your assistance in the future.
"Who do you think I am?" Morgan said proudly, although inwardly, she noted Lott's unspoken comment. I'm not just a figurehead; I am a capable queen.
Lott, noticing her displeasure, said, "The documents are almost done. Now we need to prepare for the next step."
Morgan glanced out the window, noting that it was still daytime. "What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"We should prepare the ship and check the army. We need to get ready for departure," Lott explained.
Morgan sighed with relief. At least he's focused on preparations. However, she felt a slight discomfort when Lott's gaze lingered a bit too long on her. I was only thinking about the ship. Did he misunderstand me?
Ignoring her discomfort, Morgan elegantly stood and said, "Let's go see the army."
"Alright," Lott replied, following her closely.
As they walked, Morgan gritted her teeth in annoyance. "Lott, you bastard," she muttered under her breath. She had felt him brush against her too closely and could barely keep up with his swift pace.
Despite her irritation, Morgan maintained a dignified appearance. Maintain the façade, she told herself. As she walked beside Lott, she subtly pinched his waist, enjoying the discomfort she caused. You deserve this, she thought, savouring his muted reactions and his internal groans of pain.
In front of them, an impressive assembly of soldiers was nearly complete. Kay and Altria stood at the forefront.
"Report, Your Majesty Lot," Kay announced. "The Orkney army has been assembled. All five thousand soldiers are present, except for those stationed on the islands."
"Excellent," Lott responded, visibly pleased. He turned to the ships lined up by the shore. "Let's board the ship and set sail."
He shrugged off concerns about Merlin's whereabouts, assuming the mage would catch up eventually.
Naval Warfare and Unsettling Thoughts
As they prepared to embark, Lott felt a sense of triumph. Look at me, leading an impressive fleet. I'll show you how to handle this, dear humble Lord Vortigern. He munched on an apple he had snatched from Merlin's stash, revelling in his strategy.
Morgan, overhearing Lott's thoughts, shivered involuntarily. Why does he always use such strange analogies? She shot him a sidelong glance, worried he might have unconventional preferences.
Lott, noticing Morgan's reaction, grew puzzled. What's wrong now? Did I offend her? He tried to recall his recent actions, realizing he might have eaten some of her hidden sweets without asking. But surely, that's not a serious issue?
"Morgan, what's going on?" Lott asked, bewildered.
Morgan's face tightened with annoyance. You are a piece of work. Reflect on your actions. She thought about all the grievances she had against him. I'll settle this score later.
"Think about what you've done wrong," Morgan said sharply. Her frustration was evident, though she tried to maintain her composure.
Lott, seemingly oblivious, shook his head. "Nothing's wrong."
"Really?" Morgan pressed.
"Really!" Lott insisted, though he quickly added, "By the way, you went to another ship earlier, right? Did you find anything?"
Morgan was momentarily distracted by the change in topic. He's trying to deflect, but at least he's focusing on official matters. She appreciated his attempt to shift the conversation back to business, though she remained irritated by his earlier behaviour.
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