Just any other day I woke. Like any other day where I, Mordred Pendragon would leave the fantasies of dreams to face the harsh reality of annoying Servants and conniving Masters. Up to the world of living and away from the pleasant embrace of unconsciousness.
Like any other day, I walk up from a nap, open my eyes to be greeted by the expected dim lights protruding into harsh grey skies. But like any other day, it is not what I saw.
Soft and pleasant size mounds, pinkish and covered with thin familiar cloth, five inches away from my face.
Soft and supple mounds from a brunette with lovely eyelashes fluttering on her sleep, buried close to my blonde tresses, Hakuno Kishinami- the enigmatic Servant in a rare [Master] Class, both known in her distance to men and her fondness to every women like a true walking goddess.
Like any other day, I found myself holding upon her waist, my left arm numb and our legs intertwined. The blankets thrown upon our feet, and a familiar pillow missing, clearly on the floor bared no comfort to sedate the cold of Antartica.
Just like any other day, I feel the warm of her body, perfectly fit upon mine, craving to touch, submissive even in her state of sleep. I stared, processing, thinking.
And like any other day, I uttered. "How did she get in here." With door and window barricaded like there's no tomorrow, just like any other day I wondered.
Barely on the realm of wakefulness, I sighed. Like a bulb in my head the week spun at once, answering my questions- barring the whys.
So like any other day, I would secretly kiss her brow, inhale her ambrosial scent, remind myself she's the one before I-
"Get the fuck out."
Pushed her face away, and comes the familiar thud of body on the floor.
And just like any other day, I would grit my teeth and mumbled in haggard voice;
"Right, how could I forget? I have a wife now."
So like any other day, I am not (not) amused my life has changed.