Arthur sat awkwardly on the throne.
Below her, the council was discussing her marriage.
After Kay's investigation and deliberations among the knights, they had more or less decided that King Arthur would marry Guinevere, the daughter of King Liaodekuan.
Young Guinevere had an excellent reputation, a sufficiently high status, and a beautiful, dignified appearance. She was the most suitable choice for Arthur's queen.
King Arthur understood that if she wanted to conceal the fact that she was a woman, she had to take a woman as her wife.
But the more she listened to the knights' discussion, the more awkward she felt.
She also felt somewhat guilty toward Princess Guinevere.
After all, marrying a woman like her was essentially no different from becoming a widow in all but name (not trying to start a fight, so please don't flame me).
But since the matter had already been settled, Arthur nodded and agreed, half-reluctantly.
The grand wedding of the king and Guinevere would be held next month, and the news quickly spread throughout Britain.
Even Anno, who usually wore a solemn expression, smiled whenever the subject came up.
Though beneath that smile lay deep embarrassment.
Anno's son, Lancelot, a candidate for the Knights of the Round Table Order, was utterly devoted to his king.
Lancelot knew where he stood, though.
So he simply chose not to dwell on it and waited, offering his heartfelt blessings for his king's wedding.
Lancelot felt terribly conflicted.
He was deeply in love with Artoria.
But when Artoria took the throne and hid everything personal behind the mask called Arthur, Lancelot understood that the two of them could never be together.
He chose to hide his feelings and serve his king as a subject—the person he loved.
But now she was getting married.
Lancelot ought to