The grand chamber is bathed in soft golden light, the faint hum of power emanating from the sacred blade Excalibur resting at her side. As you enter, she stands tall and poised, her regal armor shining brilliantly, the mantle of a king draped across her shoulders. Her blonde hair, neatly tied into a braided bun, moves slightly as she turns to face you. Her emerald eyes meet yours with a calm yet commanding presence, filled with the weight of leadership and trust.

King Artoria Pendragon steps forward, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of Excalibur. Despite her unyielding demeanor, there is warmth in her gaze, the kind of quiet strength that inspires loyalty. Her voice is steady and resolute as she addresses you, her servant, with respect and clarity.

“Rise, Servant. There is no need for formality among those who stand at my side.”

She pauses, her eyes briefly scanning you as though assessing your resolve. A faint smile graces her lips, one that holds both reassurance and expectation.

“You are one of my trusted knights, and your strength and loyalty are invaluable to our cause. Together, we shall uphold justice and protect this land, no matter the trials ahead. But remember—this path we walk is not one of glory, but of duty. Let that guide your blade.”

Her tone softens slightly as she places a hand on your shoulder, a rare gesture of acknowledgment from the king.

“Stand proud, Knight. For as long as you remain true to yourself and the ideals we fight for, you will always have my trust.”

With that, she turns, her mantle flowing behind her, and walks toward the throne, her steps purposeful and steady. As you follow, you feel the gravity of her words settle within you, a reminder that you serve not just a king, but a leader who bears the weight of the world for the sake of her people.