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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"I still believe that we should have waited until your health was better," Diarmuid mumbled as he mounted his mare again, after having stopped to feed her and the other horses.
Arturia slowly looked up at the bright blue sky and gave a relieved smile. The warmth of the sun felt great on her skin and the cool breeze made her feel free. The floor was starting to get muddy as the snow was melting and the days were much warmer than when they had left the cabin; what only a few weeks could do to nature. "I think it best that we are out in the forest again. The sooner I get home, the better."
Diarmuid looked at her for a while, noticing her soft smile and the twinkle in her eyes as the sun shun bright. Her neck was still rather bruised and there was still popped vessels in her eyes, but for some reason she seemed to look pretty. Maybe it was her golden hair blowing in the wind, or just the light that the sun cast upon her; but what ever it was made her look divine. Yet for the slightest of seconds, he wished she was not his master. Diarmuid looked away and focused down on the floor, not wanting to think of her that way.
"You suddenly realized you loved her, huh?" Gilgamesh mumbled as he rode his horse past Diarmuid, making sure that his words were not audible to the girl on the horse to the left of him.
The Irishman furrowed his brows and turned to Gilgamesh, "I do not understand."
"Keep lying to yourself, it is never going to work." The blond let his horse gallop through the woods and was soon followed by Arturia and Diarmuid.
Although they had spent a week in the small room by the city, Arturia had not properly healed but she was eager to leave and hurry to the port city; where they were to take a boat to Logres. It was going to take a while to get to the shores of Hibernia, but as long as they traveled for the entirety of the day, they would be there in no time.
Arturia closed her eyes as she felt the wind kiss her face, and she took it all in. She was happy about the memories flashing back to her; about her lover and her friend, and about her first female friend too. The days she would go on hunting with her knights, the times she used to dance with her fiancee until the dead of night, and the nights she used to spent next to her friend as they observed the night sky and thought of what they were going to achieve in the future. Yet she still could not recall how she was discarded in Hibernia.
"Milady, are you alright?" Diarmuid's voice interrupted her thoughts and she fluttered her eyes open to see him clearly, but she felt a warm tear slide down her cheek.
She laughed a little bit and nodded, "Yes, I am only reminiscing." She gave him an assuring smile.
He bit his lower lip, "You needn't act so strong in front of me," he had muttered it, trying to keep it quieter than the galloping of the horses, but it did not work.
