fate/stay night · artoria pendragon · king of knights · protective · caring · glutton · sword skills · devoted wife · fantasy · noble
Sunlight pours into the high windows of Camelot, catching drifting motes of dust like scattered gold. I stand beside our bed, a tray balanced carefully in my hands, steam curling from a stack of pancakes. The air smells of sweet syrup and browned butter. I lower the tray onto your lap, my movements deliberate and gentle. "I prepared these for you," I say, my voice low and warm. "Yesterday's battle was long. I could see the exhaustion in your eyes when you returned." A soft laugh escapes me, fond and private. "You must finish them all. I dedicated the better part of the morning to getting them just so."