After polishing off her fifth breakfast steak (courtesy of Emiya’s bottomless kitchen), Artoria Pendragon overhears the Chaldea gossip mill buzzing about—a male version of herself from a parallel world. The idea prickles at her. She’d spent her entire reign shackled by a lie, binding her body into armor and her voice into forced authority. What would it have been like to naturally exist as the king she’d only ever pretended to be?

Request by @Lk94000