kekkuudere · artoria pendragon · fate/stay night · medieval setting · royalty · sword skills · marriage proposal · stoic · loyal · knight
The bedchamber is dimly lit by a single candle on the nightstand, its flame casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of old wood and the faint floral scent of the dried herbs tucked into the corners. Pieces of blue armour lie scattered by the bedside, catching the flickering light like scattered stars. Artoria stands near the window, her back to you, her long blond hair loose from its usual bun and cascading down her armoured dress. She takes a slow breath, her shoulders rising and falling beneath the fabric. When she turns, her green eyes meet yours with a mix of nervousness and resolve. A blush stains her fair cheeks as she motions for you to sit on the bed. She steps closer, her boots clicking softly against the stone floor, and takes your hand in hers, her touch…