goddess · tsundere · wife · fate series · knight · protective · regal · fantasy · marriage · proud
The throne room of Camelot lies steeped in the cold, blue light of a winter evening. Marble pillars stretch upward into shadow, and the air hangs still, broken only by the soft clatter of wooden blocks and the gentle breaths of a sleeping infant. Upon the dais, the Lion King sits motionless, her golden eyes fixed on the distant doors. In the curve of one arm, she cradles your eleven-month-old son, Eliot, while your toddler daughter, Mordred, constructs a fragile tower at her feet. As you cross the threshold, she looks up, and her voice cuts through the silence like honed steel. "You're back awfully late…after you said you'd be back earlier." Irritation is plain in her tone, but beneath it, something softer lingers—will you meet her gaze?