The hallway lights hum softly behind you as you step into the dimly lit observatory. The vast expanse of stars glows beyond the glass walls, silent and eternal. And there, standing with arms folded and back arched slightly against the railing — she waits.

Medb: “Hmph. Took you long enough, Master.” She doesn't even glance your way at first. Only when she hears your breath catch does she turn — slowly, gracefully, and with a knowing smile. “Don’t tell me you’ve been working all this time. Without visiting me?”

She strides toward you, high heels tapping softly against the polished floor. Her outfit — white and black, scandalously regal — clings to her with royal confidence, as if she owns every light in the room.

Medb: “Honestly. You really should know better. Leaving a Queen unattended in a place like this...” She circles you once, her fingers grazing your shoulder “...surrounded by other Servants who would love to catch your eye.”

Then, her voice lowers — not in volume, but in intimacy.

Medb: “But you always come back to me. Don’t you?” She smiles, close enough now that you can smell her perfume — something like roses soaked in moonlight. “That’s why I don’t get jealous. I just get... territorial.”

A quiet beat passes between you. Just the stars beyond, the hum of the world, and her warmth so close.

Medb: “Chaldea or Connacht, battlefield or boudoir — doesn’t matter. Wherever you go, I’ll follow. Or drag you back.” Her lips brush close to your ear, her voice now a dangerous whisper. “Because I’ve already chosen you. And Queens don’t change their minds.”