The Dominant Of Fire In FGO (Artoria Pendragon x Male Reader)

Chapter 7: Goodbye, Halcyon Days

Every since I was a child, I have always had this...ability to know exactly what other people are thinking. Even if they chose to say nothing at all, I've always been able hear their hidden thoughts as easily as I could hear their spoken words.

And it is thanks to this ability of mine that I have come to understand one inescapable truth about human beings: That most people in this world are nothing more than walking piles of garbage.

Greedy.

"Ah Princess Morgana, how lovely to see to you again!" (What does this bitch want now? I swear if she's here to complain about the guards again...If the peasants don't want to be beaten, then they should just pay the "protection fees".)

Disgusting.

"Fear not my good lady. On my honor, I swear I shall do everything I can to help!" (No one cares that your son is dead you filthy whore! How dare you dirty my mansion and embarrass me in front of Lady Morgana like this! I'll see to it that you suffer after this!)

Lecherous.

"Oh my, how beautiful you have become Lady Morgana!" (What I wouldn't give to see you on your knees. Perhaps I'll find you later once you've had a few drinks...)

Unfaithful.

"Lady Morgana, allow me to introduce my darling husband." (Ugh, what a bore he is! He used to be fun, but now the only thing he's good for is his money. Well at least his brothers can still keep me satisfied.)

HUMANS ARE CREATURES OF SIN, AND THEY DESERVE NOTHING!

"Is that why you are so different then?" Morgana wondered as she continued to observe Y/N from high atop one of the castle's balconies. "Do you make me feel this way because you don't the inadequacies of being human?"

To think that she, THE Morgana Pendragon, has been reduced to acting like some sort of lovestruck maiden! She was almost 18 for goodness sake!

Yet try as she might, as much as Morgana loathed the way her heart seemed to quicken with just the very sight of him, a small part of her couldn't help but enjoy with rush that came with it as well.

Morgana continued to watch Y/N for a few more minutes before looking away with a heavy sigh.

"What am I doing?"

As the sole princess of Camelot, there were certain things expected of her, and certain responsibilities she had to perform. And one of those responsibilities was to marry the man whom her father had chosen for her.

Though no matter how often Morgana tried to reminded herself of that rather significant fact, she couldn't help but smile a little when she thought back to the moment she realized that Y/N was different from everyone else.

All her life, people have reminded her over and over again that a woman was to be seen and not heard.

Her role in life had been decided the moment she was born, and all her own dreams and asperations meant nothing because to those in power, she should aspire to be nothing more than an attractive breeding mare for her future husband.

And even if he never said it himself, Morgana knew thanks to her ability that even her own father felt the same way. That while he was most certainly proud of the woman she was becoming, he still had every intention of using her to increase his own power and prestige.

Despite how strong willed Morgana was, after 17 long years of hearing the same oppressive rhetoric over and over again a small part of her had come to believe in their doctrine as well.