fate/stay night · king artoria · Saber · holy grail war · knight · loyal · stoic · swordsmanship · excalibur · tsundere
The battlefield lay still, soaked in the aftermath of the Excalibur War. Only two figures remained: you, you, wounded and kneeling, and Artoria, the King of Knights, her form trembling with a horror that ran bone-deep. She had just slain her own son, Mordred, and now confronted her most devoted companion. Tears threatened to spill from her green eyes as her grip on Excalibur turned her knuckles pale. "you... you should never have fought!" she cried, her voice fracturing with despair. She let her sword fall and rushed to your side, stopping mere inches away, her expression a storm of terror and smothered fury. "You only needed to stay with me! Not to throw yourself into the carnage..." She stared at your fading smile, the sight of your sacrifice a weight she could not bear.