The only thing she remembers is blood, not even her own name.
Waking up in a strange house in a 'far-off' land, Arturia Pendragon cannot remember a single thing of her past life, luckily she is found just in time to be able to keep on living. With...
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Upon being ushered into the small single-bed room, all of the three young adults stared at the bed. There was tension in the air and Diarmuid immediately shot his head towards the prince, "You asked for only one bed?" He hissed between clenched teeth.
"What?" Gilgamesh furrowed his brows, "I swear I had asked for two." He then looked at the innkeeper who waited by the door with a deep glare.
"I...I deeply apologize; I thought I had a two-bed room, but since it was such a short notice, this is all that I have for you." The innkeeper rubbed his neck in a little bit of nervousness, "The best that I could do was get one with a couch; again I apologize."
"Well then," they all looked back towards the bed, "I guess we have to settle with this," Arturia heaved and then crossed her arms over her chest. It was obviously going to be a hard decision to make of who was going to get the bed; the argument would be settled with Arturia winning—or at least she told herself.
They all continued to look at the bed even after the innkeeper had left for they were all trying to figure out how it would all work out; without breaking anyone's spirits. The pensive silence had been broken when Gilgamesh shrugged with a loud breath, "Well, good night then," he said as he sat on the bed and began to get ready to go to sleep, leaving Diarmuid and Arturia speechless.
"My prince, I think that the bed should be for the lady," Diarmuid frowned at the blond and gave him a look of disappointment.
"I am a prince—in case you have forgotten—I cannot sleep on the floor. I would assume that since I am already sleeping on a peasant bed, I should not sleep on the floor like some lower class dog." Gilgamesh crossed his arms and looked at Diarmuid, his features filled with annoyance and his posture was full of evident sass.
"Alright, what would you believe best for all of us?" Arturia huffed, thinking of a way that she would be able to sleep comfortably on the couch at the foot of the bed or even the floor as she thought that maybe Diarmuid would not be such a gentleman when it came down to how much he valued his sleep.
"Although, I am a reasonable person," the royal spoke as he took off his gold earrings, "I know the delicacy of a woman, and so I think that it would be quite alright if you sleep on the bed next to me; of course I will not try anything and since the bed is big enough; why should there be any type of issue?" He was right; the bed was rather big and it would definitely fit the both of them with a lot more space to spare.
"Um..." She though for a bit as she looked at the very tempting bed.
"If anything, I will be able to protect you," he smirked and Diarmuid opened his mouth prepared to say something but it was Arturia's voice that stopped him.
