In the nearby castle, Morgan works her lady-magic and stabilizes Alisander.  He wakes up partway through and starts screaming about the pain, so she drugs him up some more and finishes the job.

“Ma’am, now that we’ve saved Alisander, am I going to marry him?” asks Trudy.  “I mean, that was what I hinted at pretty strongly in the previous chapter.  Also he seems nice enough, and he killed Malgrin for me, which is kind of hot.  Can I marry him, ma’am?”

“Uh…” Morgan le Fay doesn’t want Alisander tied down with a new bride, she wants him out killing Arthur’s knights.  “Would you step outside for a second?”

Once Trudy is out of the room, Morgan rouses Alisander with more drugs.  “Listen, kiddo, I have an instruction for you.  Don’t marry Trudy.”

“Don’t marry Trudy.  Check,” says Alisander.  He does whatever he’s told.  This is his only defining personality trait so far.  “Wait, why not?”

“I didn’t tell you to ask me a question!”

“Sorry.”

“Can I come in?” Trudy knocks at the door.  “Listen, Sir Alisander, about the whole marriage thing…”

“Oh, right.  No.  Nope, can’t marry you,” says Alisander.

Trudy’s legit disappointed. “Why not?”

Alisander glances at Morgan, who pays him no mind.  “I don’t know,” he says.

Trudy sighs, not entirely surprised.  Alisander is, after all, dumb.  “Well, will you at least give me away to Sir Gerine the Overweight?  He’s been into me for ages, and I’m not getting any younger, and seeing as I’m now your property, that you killed Malgrin to take, and all…”

Alisander checks with Morgan, who gives it a thumbs-up.  She may be the main villain of the Arthurian canon, but she’s not about to stand in the way of some version of love!  “Sure,” he says.

So there’s a very small wedding!

Afterwards Morgan drugs Alisander again, and carts him off to her main castle, the oddly named Castle Prettyview.

“I’m still in a lot of pain and also I can’t move my legs,” observes Alisander.

“Yeah, about that,” says Morgan.  “I can fix you, but you need to swear an oath for me.”

“If you say to do it, I’ll do it!  That’s kind of my thing,” says Alisander.  “What’s the oath?”

“I need you to stay here at Castle Prettyview for a year.  I have this whole intricate thing set up, it’s not worth going into now.”

“You’re the boss!”

Morgan heals Alisander, and he’s stuck at her house for a year, and when there are still eleven and a half months on his sentence, he already regrets the whole thing.  It’s boring at Castle Prettyview, and there are very few opportunities to kill King Mark, is what it boils down to.