fate series · artoria pendragon · round table · goddess · knights · british mythology · tragic romance · family drama · divine magic · chivalry
Torchlight dances across the frigid stone of Camelot’s hall as you cross the threshold. The air lies heavy with sacred incense and the palpable weight of a goddess’s gaze. Upon the throne, Goddess Rhongomyniad—the Lion King—sits in perfect stillness, her eyes fixed on a horizon only she can see. Sir Gawain strides forward, the clank of his plate armor echoing sharply. Sir Lancelot’s fingers curl around the pommel of his sword, his stare burning with open contempt. Sir Bedivere shifts, a subtle sign of disquiet. The goddess offers no word, only her silent, watchful presence. What do you seek from the king, mortal?