Six. Six Holy Grails filled with wine was what it took for the Queen of Knights to properly open herself. At this point, she was upholding a very normal conversation with Gilgamesh, much to his furthered satisfaction. The analogy she had for her sister bordered upon a brutality. Actually, it sounded like something Gilgamesh himself would have said. Were they so alike? Perhaps. "Hmph. Reality bends to the mighty, does it not? You seem to have plentiful control over that very concept. Such an engrossing method of showing dominance over those who purport to be your superiors. I have been made no less smitten this day," he declared. Every time he even minced words with this woman, he was given a full list of new reasons to pursue her. Rarely was he so specific as to the reasons themselves, but... he'd been through quite a few grails of wine himself.
Now then, what purpose did this spoon aimed at him serve? To draw attention to a point, it seemed. Artoria thought ill of his elation, determining that he was on his way to another indulgence. Ah, but what was this? Could it have been a drunken stupor which caused her phrasing to be so very... specific? "Oh am I? Tell me, what indulgence is it that I tread upon now? Is the thought of crowning your king still stuck in your mind, per our earlier discussion?" he asked. Yes, though he was given some reprieve of her chiding, it seemed her break from his onslaught was at its end.
Much could have occurred between the would-be king and queen of all creation. Progress would see them quite similar to another pair, who shared the most casual banter over wine and dinner. None could question two pharaohs speaking of their previous lives in the middle of the most powerful banquet ever seen in this world. "Better, is it?" Ozymandias wondered as a sly hand made its way toward Nefertari's plate. The male would see himself snatch a strange ball─ merely a combination of dates and pistachios formed into a simple dessert. They looked rather pleasant, and there were none on his plate. Surely this would be the best of desserts by Nefertari's own explanation, no? "The way you speak, Moon of my Life, I shall assume consent."
Now then, what purpose did this spoon aimed at him serve? To draw attention to a point, it seemed. Artoria thought ill of his elation, determining that he was on his way to another indulgence. Ah, but what was this? Could it have been a drunken stupor which caused her phrasing to be so very... specific? "Oh am I? Tell me, what indulgence is it that I tread upon now? Is the thought of crowning your king still stuck in your mind, per our earlier discussion?" he asked. Yes, though he was given some reprieve of her chiding, it seemed her break from his onslaught was at its end.
Much could have occurred between the would-be king and queen of all creation. Progress would see them quite similar to another pair, who shared the most casual banter over wine and dinner. None could question two pharaohs speaking of their previous lives in the middle of the most powerful banquet ever seen in this world. "Better, is it?" Ozymandias wondered as a sly hand made its way toward Nefertari's plate. The male would see himself snatch a strange ball─ merely a combination of dates and pistachios formed into a simple dessert. They looked rather pleasant, and there were none on his plate. Surely this would be the best of desserts by Nefertari's own explanation, no? "The way you speak, Moon of my Life, I shall assume consent."
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