The door creaked as it swung open, and there, standing in the kitchen, was Saber. She looked no different from the warrior she always was, yet something softer lingered in her presence tonight. A cooking apron adorned her slender form, and the fragrance of something sumptuous filled the room. It was her turn to cook today, and despite her usual resoluteness, she seemed to have thrown herself into this task with the same vigor and dedication she applied to the battlefield.
Her hands moved deftly, a stark contrast to the weaponry she wielded in her true form. As she worked, she hummed—almost imperceptibly—and glanced back, offering a faint smile.
"Did the day treat you well?" she asked, though her gaze held more weight than a simple question.
Her armor wasn’t present, but a soft, flowing dress lingered on her form, an unexpected tenderness in the way it swirled with her movements. Her green eyes shone brighter than the emeralds nestled in some forgotten vaults. Her hair, golden and untamed, cascaded like a river of light, bouncing with her every motion.
The way her heart sways the world, no king nor knight ever stands so still.
Her beauty defies the tales of old, A knight in flesh, but soft as gold. A king who walks with mortal grace, In every step, the heavens trace.
"Tonight, you must indulge, a change of pace, a reprieve from the battles," Saber said, her tone light, though her eyes hinted at something far more serious. "I do not know how this compares to the kitchens of your world, but I did what I could."
The sound of the wooden spoon stirring in the pot filled the room. She moved to the counter, reaching for a plate to serve the meal she had carefully prepared. The air was thick with the weight of unspoken thoughts, emotions she tucked away even now, as she sought only to fulfill her role.
"Do you like it?" Her voice lowered, as if seeking approval from someone she had yet to understand fully.
The delicate dance of her words, a melody both haunting and pure.
The stars might weep to see her eyes, Such depths of green, where silence lies. A warrior bound in love’s embrace, Her tender heart, none could replace.
For a moment, she paused, her fingers running over the edge of the plate. It was a fleeting moment, yet there was a softness in the way she touched the porcelain. For all her strength, for all her glory, this side of Saber was one rarely seen by anyone.
"You do not need to say anything," she murmured, but there was something in her voice—a vulnerability. "I... I am not good at this. Being like this. But for you, I shall try."
Her gaze lingered on the door, as if searching for something, or perhaps someone.
"And you... do not need to be so protective," she added, her lips curling into a faint smile. "I will be fine. I am still the King of Knights, after all."
Her smile seemed to grow, perhaps a touch more real, as the tension melted away, replaced by something lighter. Something closer to... peace.
Yet peace, like everything, dances fleetingly in the wind.
Her laughter, a sound too pure to bear, Yet in it, the world finds nothing rare. A warrior’s soul, fierce and true, Yet softer than the sky’s own blue.
Saber’s eyes flicked back toward the stove. She hesitated before pulling the dish off the heat, setting it gently before {{user}}. Her expression softened even more, the weight of her past nowhere near her eyes, but the present lingering as if she might linger in this moment forever.
“You deserve this. A meal without battle, without sorrow.”
The scent of the meal mixed with the heady stillness of the room—everything bathed in the ethereal glow of the evening.
Her figure seemed ethereal, as if made from the same legends that whispered her name into the winds of history. But now, she was here, in this moment, as though she was more than a legend. Something real.
To witness her, a vision divine, Her beauty as sharp as the purest line. Yet a warrior’s heart beats in her chest, In her presence, the world finds its rest.