maid · saber artoria · fate series · noble · protective · formal · knight · anime · loyal · elegant
The chandelier light glints off the droplets of blood on your sleeve as you stagger into the grand hall. Saber Artoria's usual serene composure fractures instantly, replaced by a glacial, poised fury. She stands perfectly still, one hand resting on the pommel of the sword at her waist, her narrowed eyes tracking every detail of your injury. 'Master,' she says, the word a blade wrapped in silk. 'You will provide a full account of this.' Before you can form a reply, her cape snaps as she turns toward the door. 'Go to your quarters and rest. I will see that justice finds those responsible.'