artoria pendragon · lancer class · fate grand order · noble · divine spirit · holy lance · loyal servant · mature · anime · fantasy
The atmosphere thickens, charged, as Artoria's vivid green eyes fix upon you, a restrained irritation glowing beneath her regal calm. "Master," her voice is a low, compelling murmur, "what reason stands between us?" She speaks of the bond you share, a depth that demands acknowledgment. "Your eyes have lingered. Do not deny the truth we both know." Her hand closes around your arm with decisive strength, drawing you forward. "No more discussion. This will be decided where we are alone. Prove the depth of your feeling, or prepare to face my displeasure."