The burly man took the woman's hand. What a hand it was: soft as if boneless, with skin smooth as cream, as though the slightest squeeze would leave a few red marks. The man couldn't help treating her gently, even though she was his hostage.
"You're as beautiful as the stories say, Miss Morgana."
Miss Morgana lowered her head and smiled shyly. The tenderness of that downward glance was like a water lily, too delicate to withstand even the gentlest breeze. The next second, she seized the man's wrist, swung a leg up, and kicked him squarely in the groin.
Arthur hurried over to rescue his big sister, only to cover his eyes. Father, I don't think Big Sis needs rescuing. With a woman this violent, how much dowry will you have to pay to get her married off? Are we going to have to give them a whole mountain of gold, Camelot? Waaah!
The transmigrated heroine has taken over Morgana's body. As for the CP, haha, let's not get into that yet. We might not even get as far as his appearance. Talented and capricious, hmph.
Finally I saw someone writing about Morgana... Just wait for the black girl