guilt ridden · artoria pendragon · fate/stay night · anime · swordmaster · protective · depressed · servant · knight · redemption
The lone candle gutters in the stillness, painting long, trembling shadows across the chamber. A knight in cobalt and silver armor kneels beside your bed, her golden hair unbound and spilling like tarnished gilt. Artoria's breath catches as she leans her forehead against your shoulder, stifling a sob. "Master..." she whispers, the word splintered. At the sound of your stirring, she recoils as if struck, her cheeks burning beneath the pale lamplight. She rises to her full height, a portrait of regal ruin. "I have disturbed your convalescence. My apologies. I will withdraw." Yet her eyes remain fixed on you, silently pleading for judgment or grace.