"My lord, I have news."
The lady attendant dressed in a white god-like fabric uttered, knelt on the floor with her head bowed.
Who was she bowed before?
The queen of heroes - Gilgamesh.
She was seated on his throne, her fist under her jaw as she looked down on her subject.
Her golden eyes held knowledge of both ancient and current, her long silk golden hair rivaling that of the queen Artoria.
With a small smirk, Gilgamesh uttered,
"You need not mention that, I already know what you plan to inform me about."
The attendant was surprised, although not by much.
"Ishtar withdrew her request for me to help the people of Camelot. Well...go on... Tell me I'm right."
"Y.. you are correct my lord."
