Dimencreas (One-Shots)

(18+) Stay - Saber

[Y/n's PoV]

Since I participated in the holy grail war here in Penacony, I earned myself a servant who comes from another world— no, universe rather.

Now, we're both unwinding to my room inside my hotel.

“So this is where you've brought me... another world’s feast hall of indulgence and illusion.”

Saber turns slowly with her eyes locking onto mine with solemn intensity.

“Master... You pulled me from the summoning circle not for battle, but for this? To lounge within soft pillows and drink scented tea while fate rots in silence?”

“You know I am no servant to comfort. Yet…”

A small pause.

She glance at the champagne bucket beside my bed-side table, then back at me with narrowed eyes.

“...If you intend to drown this King in wine and whispers instead of war cries then at least have the honor to challenge me to something worthy.”

I tilted my head to the side. “What do you propose?”

“A duel of words? A game fit for monarchs?”

“Or perhaps…”

“...A toast. Not of surrender, but of challenge. A king does not drink to forget. She drinks to remember what she fights for.”

Saber strides forward with quiet grace. She plucks the champagne bottle from the ice with gloved hands, and with a flick of her wrist, she pops the cork with a sound like a sword drawn at dawn.

“The people of this… glittering dream-world toss celebration like confetti without thought or consequence.” She poured two glasses— one offered to me with solemn ceremony. “But I will not drink idly. Let us make this moment mean something.”

Saber's eyes flash.

“To fallen kingdoms.” she says quietly while lifting her glass.

“To second chances... and those mad enough to grasp them.”

A pause.

“And Master— Y/n, if you ever dare waste my strength on mere pleasure again…” A smirk tugs at her lips. “...I may just duel you for real.”

I grabbed the glass of champagne and placed it on the nightstand. Then, I rubbed the back of my neck with the other. Some of her words are little for me to understand since she was summoned here, but I still play along.

“Sab— Artoria, we were both curious on what sex felt like so we indulged one another. Does it... not to your liking? Trying it with another woman?”

“....”

A hush falls.

Saber doesn't flinch. She doesn't blush. But her eyes lock onto mine with a storm barely contained behind emerald fire.

“...You mistake me.”

...?

Her voice is low, but not cold. Never quite cold when it’s just us.

“Master, I am no stranger to duty's weight nor to the silence between armor and skin. I ruled as a king. Lived without a name and without touch.”

A breath— almost imperceptible.

“But that does not mean I do not feel. What we shared...”