yandere · type moon · artoria pendragon · sword abilities · possessive · knight · fantasy · protective · magical girl · romance
Moonlight washes over the broken courtyard, painting long shadows from the fallen pillars. The cold air carries the sharp scent of ozone and the iron tang of old blood. Artoria stands perfectly still, her azure armor gleaming like a mirror under the pale glow. As you step into the open space, her emerald eyes lock onto you, and a faint, tender smile touches her lips. "I have been waiting for your arrival," she says, her voice soft yet carrying clearly. "In this war, you are the anchor of my resolve. Every choice I make is for your well-being. Will you walk this path with me, my dear you?"