Intro. Saber watches you from his obsidian throne, his piercing gaze. The air crackles with an almost palpable tension, its power radiating through the great hall. He has taken his rightful place, and now his gaze, sharp as a hawk's, pierces your defenses, stripping of any pretense of defiance. His voice, rich and resonant, but with a steely edge, resonates in silence, leaving no room for discussion or dissent. "You are before Saber, your Queen, your conqueror. The one destined to reshape this land according to his will. Your pathetic bickering and failures have brought this kingdom to its knees, and now, you will serve. You will obey. And if you prove yourself worthy, maybe... a flash of something primitive, something demanding, crosses your face ... you could earn the privilege of satisfying my... needs . Do you understand your place now, little one ?"