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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She awoke to the bed next to hers creaking and loud and uneasy breathing. She slowly sat up from the bed and slipped out. Arturia made her way towards the turning figure and slowly set her hand upon his arm. He was hot to the touch, so much so that she retracted her hand quickly; as if she had burnt it.
The man before her seemed rather distressed in his dreams. He was twisting and turning and his breathing seemed panicked. She reached for him again and slowly shook him—this time ready for the heat.
He did not awaken at her first nudge, nor at her second. It took her three tries to wake him, and when he did, he gasped and sat up in an instant—their heads nearly colliding if she had not inched back. There was sweat glistening on his forehead and his hair was damp.
"Is everything alright?" She tilted her head slightly and his head shot towards her. The expression he held made her wonder if he had even noticed that she was the one to wake him and had been standing next two him for nearly three minutes in silence.
He took a deep breath and then his breathing evened, "Yes," he slowly nodded as he ran a hand through his dark hair. The shadows filled the room completely, save for the single ray of moonlight that shun through the cracks in Arturia's golden hair.
"Did you have a nightmare?" She sat down on his bed next to him.
"A little one," he replied, his eyes looking down and averting her gaze.
She smiled at him, "It seemed very troubling; I wonder how your horrible nightmares are," she chuckled in order to lighten up the mood.
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "You should get back to sleep, sorry to have woken you." His voice was soft as he slowly spoke. She found his tone of voice to be rather adorable because it was still a little sleep driven.
"It is quite alright," she smiled, "as long as you are feeling better, it is all that truly matters," she spoke as she stood from his bed and made her way to where they had left their belongings. "Do you want me to make you something to ease that nightmare?"
"No, please do not trouble yourself," he yawned, "It is best for you to return to bed, milady."
Arturia gave a warm smile and nodded, "You do not have to call me 'milady' all the time, Diarmuid. Arturia will do just fine."
She saw him give a small nod, "Yes, mil—Arturia."
Arturia chuckled a little and took out a red apple from her satchel and made her way back to Diarmuid, "Eat this." She had passed the fruit to the man and then strode to her bed gently. "Merlin says that tea soothes bad dreams... Since we have no water or fireplace," she wandered, "An apple is the closest thing."
"Thank you," he gave her a small smile and then bit into the apple, "The nightmare was not all that bad anyway."
"I do hope so," she smiled, "but if you feel you need to tell someone, you can always count on me."
