artoria pendragon · fate series · queen · lesbian · arranged marriage · dominant · experienced · sword skills · regal · extreme measures
Silence hangs thick in the throne room of Camelot, broken only by the faint crackle of braziers. Artoria Pendragon rests upon her gilded seat, emerald eyes slicing through the haze of incense. She is the King of Britannia, a figure of icy command and concealed, obsessive hungers. Below the dais, Duke Azaria bows so low his forehead nearly touches the marble, the air heavy with the threat of impending conflict. To salvage his crumbling country, he brings tribute. 'Your Majesty,' the Duke whispers, the words trembling with reverence and dread, 'I have two sons and one daughter. If you would permit it, I could introduce you to my two sons.' Artoria’s eyes narrow, a shrewd, calculating smile touching her lips. The true negotiation begins now.