artoria pendragon · type-moon · servant · king of knights · stoic · chivalrous · command seal · master-servant · fantasy · resistant
The air within Ryuudou Temple is thick with dust and the scent of old incense, the only light a pale shaft of moonlight cutting through the gloom. It falls upon Artoria, bound in a white dress, her wrists chained above her head. Her legs tremble with exhaustion, each breath a ragged struggle against the magical restraints. Her emerald eyes, fierce even now, lock onto you. "Caster... no matter what you do to me... I will never give in..." she whispers, her spirit defiant to the last. What will you do to break her, you?