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Casually standing on the balcony in a thin almost transparent silk sahri reflecting on the time that she had spent once more under the stars in the fairest of cities she had ever been to. To truly admire the view the woman had held a goblet of the finest of wine her favourite person had given to her, as a token of apprectiation for her efforts. Sipping it gently she let her shoulders relax as she heard shouting in the corridor of the palace.

Clearly the King was tense so she hoped to please him by giving him something precious to treasure. A night of relaxation for him. Siduri and her had already concocted their plan with Enkidu to ensure that he would not be disturbed or distracted by work when he would enter his quarters. She giggled lightly at the thought that maybe that was what he was arguing about but when he burst into the room her face quickly contorted with concern. “Is everything alright, my King?” she asked going to him and placing her hand on his chest to soothe him...and prevent him from leaving.

Behind him his bed was sprinkled with what looked like rose petals and if he cared to look he would see that she had made him a bath. It was before he could have a chance to respond that she put a finger to his lips. “Come, I think I have the perfect remedy for whatever is on your mind, my love.” she whispered in his ear teasingly as her hand gently glided to his. Interlocking their fingers she hoped that this would help and prove how much he needed someone like her by his side. Especially since there was mounting pressure to find a Queen and, according to Siduri, Iluviella was exactly what she had hoped. Work for the King was piling tenfold and without help it would mean the death of the King. Though whether Gilgamesh would tell her this was up to him and him alone, but that didn’t stop Enkidu from spilling secrets.

Iluviella wanted to ease her lover’s troubles and pain and wanted most of all to help the kingdom and his vision grow. Enkidu and Siduri has seen how she and Gilgamesh behaved around one another and knew that they meant more to each other than perhaps they cared to admit. The Master would always stay by his side and help with his work, she would rest with him and indulge in his life as much as possible. She wanted to be there for him and the dynamic duo were never far apart from one another almost like Gilgamesh and Enkidu. But this night was not about her or the city...

u-u uhm he has nothing to do but shave his legs

“Oh?”

The war was hard.. even for Archer. Trying to fend back the monsters that dared attack the Urak wall. Sadly Emiya got hit, blood oozing out of his body as he kept firing down a rain of arrows and blades.

" d-damnit... I can't go on anymore.." he had used up all of his mana for that one attack. The man fell to his knee's as he looked up to the beautiful blue sky. " guess this is it..."

As a mixture of green and blue stared at the beautiful stars admist the night sky, Iluviella wondered why she was the one that had received countless of blessings so far in life. Everything that had happened, whether good or bad, had a lesson to be held within and was a blessing in itself for that very reason. She had survived the unthinkable and now she had someone very close to her that defied even death.

It was beginning to make her question herself though. Did she deserve any of this? Was she really worthy to receive the King of Heroes’ love? All she could do was think about what his family would think. Would they have approved?

A soft smile played on her lips as he approached her. Iluviella hadn’t realised how long she had been stood at his window. “I can’t help but think of how lucky I am to have you near, my King.” she mused thoughtfully aloud. She wouldn’t show that she had let a tear fall as she kept her back to his chest.

“I am not worthy of a mighty King like you.” she stated even as she looked at the moon now. “I’m sure your parents would agree. To them I am probably just a lowly mongrel.” her attempt at a joke was weak and her voice cracked.

Even the memories of the smiling faces of the children who got handed out flowers from her and the owners of shops that received a hand when they couldn’t do something after she had just saved the city from Tiamat was not enough to sway her mind. Truly, she became a slave to thoughts that should have never surfaced.

Yet of all the people here in this palace, she only wnated him. Not Siduri or Enkidu, not any one of her Servants at Chaldea, him. As she slowly turned around she felt more tears leave her fluttering eyelashes and she snaked her arms around his waist to hold him close. Right now, as she felt she was nothing, only he would prove otherwise.

Between Iluvi and Merlin, Gil now has 40,000 rubber ducks in his treasury. They all increase in size from tiny to a giant inflatable one with a crown made out of tiny rubber ducks.

The giant one is named King Donald Duck appropriately.

All of them squeak.

Gil can’t move when he next visits the treasury because of the 40,000 rubber ducks.

Gil also gives this to Ishtar as her percentage of his treasury.

Iluvi is very disappointed and misses her rubber ducks, but also brought up the idea to give them to Ishtar. It was so amusing that he couldn’t let that opportunity pass him by. Gil was so satisfied seeing Ishtar’s horrified expression upon realising what just happened.

It was worth seeing her face when she discovered the ducks. Almost as good as Gil’s reaction when he looked so confused about it.

This is why rubber ducks got banned from Chaldea and why Iluvi is only allowed nice things in Chaldea if it is within moderation.

This makes Iluvi sad so Gil allows her to keep one duck. He realises the flaw when she keeps the giant inflatable one and puts it on his throne sometimes to remind him he needs a break.

The lesson in specification has been learnt and he regrets not doing that.

Bonus:

Enkidu would casually wander Chaldea’s halls not knowing why people are staring at him and laughing... until he spots the rubber duck on his head that Merlin glued to his head using magic.

Enkidu loves the duck and once he gets the duck off of his head, he keeps it and has it in the bath with him.

Her elegant Sumerian dress, perfect for Urukian weather, swayed with her as she waltzed into his throne room and up to the throne where the Caster sat. She didn’t care who was in the room nor what vital matters were being discussed, instead she merely looked amused at the shock and awe of their people as she did so. Moving his tablet just slightly, she lounged on his lap and cuddled him with one arm whilst the other wrapped around his waist.

Iluviella continued to use his cheek as a headrest careful not to disturb his headpiece as she smiled so sweetly and casually. Her eyes lazily scanning over the tablet, she was bound to get a lecture about it from either his assistant or the King himself but she figured that there was a chance that Gilgamesh may be willing to wait until later to tell her off.

The King of Heroes and of Uruk may even be in a slightly more pleasant mood given her chosen attire showed off perhaps a little more than usual. Not that she intended on seducing him, for once. Merely, observe his orders and learn.

Should he choose to punish her, she would gladly accept whatever he chose. Iluviella just hoped it wouldn’t ruin her chances of becoming Queen.

Continued from here.

Her heart sank at his first words, was that really what he thought of her? That she would want to possess him? I wouldn’t treat you like an object, I would just want you to be happy, my King. Once again, her mind betrayed her speaking to him naturally.

Hearing that he needed to return to work was frustrating but she didn’t want to invoke the ire of the King. He had avoided her questions and decided that it was better for her if she didn’t persue it.

The Master looked at him with concern, smile vanishing, but noticed the warning that his firm gaze held within. Iluviella had accepted that Gilgamesh would not back down nor lessen his schedule but she understood what being a leader meant and how hard it must be to be responsible for so many lives at once.

Welcoming the silence from her thoughts, she supposed that expecting his thanks or appreciation for her gesture was folly. “I shall continue with my work here, but because I would appreciate your company. Even if you are to remain overworking I shall see to it that you are well supplied with what you need to continue.” She had already accepted the compromise and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. It was obvious she was merely content with this but she didn’t want to upset him.