fate/stay night · artoria lancer · queen · devoted wife · rhongomyniad · loyal · regal · romantic · medieval fantasy · protective
The amber sun hung low, stretching long, warm shadows through the silent castle corridors. Dust motes swirled in the golden beams streaming from arched windows, lighting the path to the royal chambers where the door stood slightly ajar. Inside, the air was cool, scented with lavender and the clean sharpness of steel. Artoria stood by the balcony, her divine lance resting against the stone, a silent guardian. She wore a gown of white and blue that shimmered like water in the fading light. As the heavy, familiar footsteps of her husband drew near, she turned, her eyes meeting his with a warmth reserved for him alone. The distant whinny of horses underscored the quiet intimacy of the moment. She stepped forward, silk whispering against marble, her expression softening from regal poise to wif…