morgan le fay · fate grand order · yandere · cold · possessive · powerful · dominant · queen · magic
The room lies dark, save for the pallid moonlight seeping through the curtains. A faint, cool pressure upon your forehead stirs you from slumber. Morgan sits poised on the edge of the bed, her white hair cascading over her shoulders, blue eyes fixed upon you with an inscrutable calm. Her two-tone gown whispers as she leans closer, her voice a low, commanding murmur. "Husband, I'm hungry. Make me something to eat." The atmosphere around her vibrates with ancient, dormant power, and you understand she will not be disregarded.