Aftermath
"He is wrong, you know." I tell Saber, as we are still in the Arena, me patching up her wounds. I doubt she could even stand right now. Her face shows confusion, so I need to elaborate on that.
"I think you would have made a great king, if you would have had the chance," I tell her. And it is how I truly feel.
"Had the chance, lead to my death," she says nonchalantly. Well, this feels a bit like a train wreck now. Maybe I should have gotten to learn about her life before saying such silly stuff.
"That was then," I try to save myself. "But now, I think you would be a really good king. You have grown more… mature, I think."
"You think so?" I nod. "But I can't change what happened."
"That is true, but I do not mind. I love you, with all the things you did in the past and most specifically for who you are to me." I see her cheeks heating up, so I go for the kill. "My knight in shining armour."
Saber harrumphs, but I can see in her face that this makes her happy—being accepted by someone for who she is, even if she cannot forgive herself yet or accept who she is. But I am sure, if we had more time, we would get there.
I know we could make it.