#twoagainstfate

    His  attires  were  loosened,  tied  by  purple  ropes,  hinting  his  origins  in  the  Orient  during  ancient  times.  Although  his  intense  lavender  sight  was  deep,  there  was  a  tint  of  timidity  on  it.  Despite  the  possiblity  of  existing  insecurity  nesting  in  the  innermost  of  his  soul,  he  had  in  front  no  other  else  than  his  Master  ---someone  whose  loyalty  &  trust  should  be  given  devotedly,  something  that  had  to  be  demonstrated  since  the  begin  nonetheless.  Thenceforth  he  addressed  her  with  a  firm  attitude  &  a  gentle  voice  tone.

——❝Servant,  Saber.  Prince  of  Lanling  has  responded  at  your  summons.  Please,  apologize  my  insolence  for  I  have  come  to  you  wearing  a  mask.❞

  Pitiful! The initial confession of uncertainty Iskandar took little umbrage with, but to keep clinging onto it like this… Unacceptable! When faced with the unknown, the only way was forward, throwing yourself into it with full vigor, to victory or defeat. On and on, pushing through it until its mysterious terror gave way to the joy of discovery. Should he have stopped his sweeping conquest when he'd reached the edge of the map when more untaken territory stretched out before him?

  “It works!” he stated firmly, rumbling voice edged with an irritation he made no effort to hide. Large hands squeezed down on both of his master's shoulders and he bent at the waist to loom over him, blocking out the ceiling lights. “How is unimportant! Stumbling around blindly has gotten you this far, why worry now? It's not your place to understand, it's to send us into battle and lead us to whatever en we may find. Ignorant though it may be, keep doing the same thing until it stops working, then worry. Look.”

“Two of you? Then my intelligence must have been wrong. No matter.” Vivian stepped over the bodies of the defeated, the heels of her boots digging into the barren and blood-soaked ground. She stopped before the two, looking formidable despite being shorter than the both of them. “You will fall to me all the same.”

The Queen unsheathed her sword, a curved blade that shimmered a golden color. There were letters printed on the sword, which were similar to runes. But they would be unreadable except to the fae. Her golden eyes darted from one to the other, before she spoke again.

“I will make my demands clear: surrender or die.”

Siccily nearly jumped out of her own skin at the sudden hug. She was a recent transfer, surprisingly less to assist in matters at chaldea and more...for her own safety after a recent event. "S-Sorry, I'm not...really feeling okay with touching people right now-"