[ oh.

this was… exactly what was missing during that play. saber’s insufferable charisma mixed with his knightly personality. as she watches him press a kiss on her knuckles, ayaka feels her face grow warm and her heart accelerate in her chest.

whatever aloof persona she was trying to play dissipates into the air and she has to lower her head from the initial embarrassment. ]

You’re… so embarrassing sometimes. [ and yet she feels… elated. like a girl with her prince charming. or, well, king, in this case.

she takes a step closer to him, cheeks flushed. ]

Any punishment, you said? Then… tell your retinue to leave for a minute and come closer.

[ she refuses to be the only one getting flustered here. ]