The Treacherous Knight and her Master

Chapter 8: Aftermath

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There are no monsters.
Only the broken and misunderstood.
                                                                        -S
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POV: Artoria

I've been tasked with watching over my Master's son Y/N in case he tried to break out of his cell somehow. From my observation of the boy he didn't seem to have the strength to do anything other than squirming on the floor in his sleep as the bite mark from a Dead Apostle ravages him. In his fever like state he would occasionally call out to his deceased allies but the one he called out for the most was Sir Mordred. His continuous cry's for Mordred led me to wonder what sort of relationship did they have? Was it simply friendship? Or was it something more like lovers perhaps? Just what did these two mean to each other?

POV: Artoria End
POV: Y/N

I've seen this setting before, An aimless battlefield riddled with the corpses of fallen warriors. Amongst the corpses was Mordred standing in front of me drenched in blood staring at me with a blank expression on her face. When I called out her name there was no response only silence as she continued to stare down at me. Confused by her behavior I reached out to her with my hand only for her take a few steps back avoiding my touch. I tried again and she took another few steps back. Just as tried to get closer to Mordred again the corpses below me grabbed my legs stoping me from perusing Mordred any further.
As I tried to shake the corpses off my legs more corpses came up grabbing my arms and torso dragging me away with them. Panicking I called out to Mordred for help but my pleads fell on deaf ears as she stood there watching as the pile of bodies stacked on top me until I could no longer see anything other than darkness.
I woke up screaming in terror only to find myself drenched in sweat locked away in some prison cell.

Y/N: "Where am I...?"
Artoria: "In a cell in case you've forgotten."

Just outside my cell was Lancer acting as some sort of Jailer or Warden I guess.

Y/N: "Acting as my Jailer now Lancer? You've certainly fallen far from grace King of Knights."
Artoria: "Were it not for my Master you wouldn't be alive right now to say such things."
Y/N: "I'm quaking in my boots..."
Artoria: "Your going to answer a few of my questions."
Y/N: "Am I now? Sorry to disappoint your Highness but my lips our sealed."
Artoria: "Lets start with something simple such as that mark on the back of your left hand."
Y/N: "What about it?"
Artoria: "How did someone like you gain the attention of a God?"
Y/N: "I don't know how does one get tricked into doing the deed with their sister?"
Artoria: "I see your immature behavior never ceases to fail."
Y/N: "Being immature is what I do best your Majesty."
Artoria: "Clearly. For my next question I'd like know what exactly you and Mordred were to each other?"
Y/N: "Finally taking an interest in your daughter's life? Fuck off."
Artoria: "Your beginning to try my patience."
Y/N: "Boo-Hoo! Cry me a river you emotionally stunted King!"
Artoria: "Why you insolent little brat!"