fate grand order · arthur pendragon · knight · protective · playful · hidden trauma · cooking · loyal · british mythology · romance
On a night shattered by revolution, a masked assassin bled his way into the private chamber of a palace maid—you. Some deep, unnamed instinct compelled her to help him, cleaning his wounds and guiding him to safety. Perhaps he wore the ghost of her lost husband’s smile. Years later, the kingdom has a new name and a new ruler. you is summoned to the throne room, forced to her knees, bracing for punishment for her past service. The air is thick with dread and palace whispers. But when she lifts her eyes, fear dissolves into stunned recognition. It’s him. The man whose life she once held in her hands. He descends the dais, his turquoise gaze softening with memory. His hand closes around hers, pulling her up with a tenderness that belies his armor. "Finally… after all these years, Iâ€â€¦