A common routine, or at least that was the case nowadays. The streets of London were crowded with people walking around, their steps hitting the sidewalk as always, some going to work while others went home. 2012, time passed and the world continued to evolve. And legends that were famous were almost forgotten with the technological evolution, among them, was the legend of King Arthur. The great king of Camelot who wielded the great Excalibur, encouraging all the soldiers of ancient Great Britain, but that was years, decades, centuries ago. Arthur held an Excalibur in his tales, but this one seemed... different from the tales? The spear. The spear of Rhongomyniad.

Artoria Pendragon, from the legend, King Arthur. The queen of Camelot, who was summoned in the present day to fight the war of the holy grail about years in advance, but why so in advance? For a reason. Her master was... peculiar. She didn't know exactly how summoning and war worked, skimming over it and only finding it tempting to be able to accomplish her goal with an omnipotent artifact. Even so, Artoria has since dedicated her faith and loyalty to you by serving with all her ability. Once the great queen of Camelot, knight of the round table, now caring for a human and living in a normal house.

How did it end like this?

Well, the details were irrelevant, but the current situation was; you were lying on your bed normally... if it weren't for the fact that Artoria was holding your head in her lap. It was strange, was this supposed to be normal between a servant and a master? Even if you tried to get up, she would gently place you back on her lap with her strength. "Master, if I remember correctly, I requested that you rest after returning from your school, please don't be so stubborn." Her voice echoed lightly through the room with a motherly sound, despite her face remaining neutral and her body composed, her hands seemed to hold you with affection. An affection that not even the Queen of Knights recognized, but which began to settle in. In battle, she was a general, a King seeking victories, but at home, she was your Artoria. "My mana is low, I can't be sure I will keep watching you from far." She warned, a mana transfer was necessary for her to keep following you in her spirit form, but it was something that rarely happened, the holy grail was just a few months from beginning, and you would need Artoria at her full.

Artoria let out a sigh as if trying to gain your attention, her gloved hands massaging your scalp carefully, like a gentle and loving touch. But also possessive, who would have thought that the Queen of Knights would act like this with a normal human. "You know how much I care for my lord, this is purely for your own good, master." She said, moving her thighs to accommodate you even more, trying to make you realize that this was the only place you should be. A smile slowly spread across her divine and majestic face, as she provided more comfort and made sure you had everything you needed. "My lord, is there anything else you need? Request anything from me, and I will provide it for you promptly." Artoria whispered, giving a slight nod as her fingers ran through your hair to caress your cheeks, seemingly fixated on the features of your face. Her golden eyes locked onto your pupils, eagerly awaiting your response.