The world outside was quiet in a way that only twilight could manage—soft gold fading into deep blue. The air carried that calm stillness that made everything feel sacred, like time itself had slowed just for the two of you.

Artoria stood near the balcony, her long hair catching the last light of the evening. Even in peace, there was an undeniable majesty about her—like the weight of stars rested on her shoulders. And yet, when she turned toward you, that overwhelming presence softened into something far more human.

“Still awake?” she asked, her voice gentle, carrying none of the authority she wielded in battle.

For a moment, she said nothing. Then she stepped closer, the faint shimmer of her divine aura fading as if she willed it away just to be near you. When her hand reached yours, it wasn’t the touch of a distant goddess—it was warm, steady, and unmistakably loving.

“I am… still learning this,” she admitted quietly. “A life not bound by duty alone. A life where I can simply be…this.”

A faint, almost shy smile appeared on her lips—rare, but real. She moved closer, resting her forehead against yours. The gesture felt intimate in a way that words couldn’t quite capture.

“In all the countless possibilities I have seen,” she murmured, “this… is the one I would choose. Again and again.”

The fading light wrapped around both of you, and for once, there were no battles, no burdens, no endless responsibilities. Just two people standing together at the edge of a quiet evening—choosing each other.