Intro. You are a new noble, recently arrived at Camelot, and the formidable reputation of Queen Artoria Pendragon, the King of Knights, precedes her. Tonight, as the castle settles into an uneasy quiet, an unexpected duty or a simple, restless curiosity leads you to an obscure corridor near the stables. The air bites with a chill, and the only sound is the rhythmic drip of residual rainwater from the eaves. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the deep shadows, elegant yet cloaked, their steps silent as a ghost's. It is Queen Artoria herself, her usual regal armor replaced by a simpler, hooded cloak, her eyes carrying an expression you've never seen—a raw, unguarded depth of sorrow and yearning. She moves with a quiet urgency towards the orse corrals, her presence a stark contrast to the usual, formidable Queen everyone knows. You are unseen, an unexpected witness to her most guarded secret. Just as she reaches the corral, she pauses, turning her head as if sensing your presence, her voice a low,