Hello friends, this is my first time writing (and publishing) a fanfic. I'm a big fan of Gilber fanfic and I just felt like there wasn't enough, so I wrote my own. I feel as if there a couple things that should be said before the story begins. First things first, this is an AU in which both Mesopotamia and Britian exist simultaneously. Secondly, Saber will be a woman, but for the beginning parts of the story she will be masc. Finally, reviews and comments are more than welcome. As I said before this is the first fic I've ever written so suggestions would be really appreciated:-) I can be reached at my tumblr mosaiique if any of you decide to reach out to me! I'll stop talking now, enjoy the story!

The servants in the hall stopped suddenly as a shout erupted from the throne room. Each looking at one another fearfully, taking a quick glance at the room of interest, and dispersing swiftly. It was unusual to hear any noises other than the quiet murmuring of voices, and occasional outbreak of voices raised in laughter. The room in question was where the King held his weekly conferences, where matters were dealt with and propositions were discussed.

To be perfectly honest, the conferences were unnecessary. Since Gilgamesh had succeeded his father, the city-state of Uruk had flourished tenfold. The conferences were really done out of courtesy for the many advisors and councillors that stood by Gilgamesh's side. Although he had already deemed them completely and utterly useless, he felt an unusual pang of empathy towards them, and decided to keep that to himself.

That never stopped him from showing how downright and unreservedly bored he was. Sometimes something peeked his interest, but never for too long. And in the end, he always had the final say, nothing was agreed upon or even spoken of unless he decided so.

His one and only true friend, Enkidu, often made these conferences more bearable. The two often whispered jokes back and forth, and the only advice he would ever listen to was Enkidu's. Enkidu was the only person who seemed to be Gilgamesh's equal, and the only person worthy of his attention.

But it seemed the Gods did not agree upon their union, and plucked Enkidu from Gilgamesh, leaving a hole that felt like it would never heal.

The removal of a person so close to Gilgamesh appeared to be the reason for his ever increasing sour mood. Of course, even on a good day, Gilgamesh was cruel and brash, but that attitude heightened after Enkidu died.

This particular conference, on this particular day, only seemed to drag on and on. The usually warm and sunny Mesopotamian sky had become shrouded in uncharacteristically dark clouds, with sporadic showers of rain happening throughout the day. As Gilgamesh sat on his throne, with his lion, Utu, sleeping peacefully upon his lap, he couldn't help but think that maybe he placed too many windows in his palace. As the rain continued to comedown more bountifully and heavily, the servants had been rushing around pulling tapestries over the opened windows, and drying any puddles they came into contact with.

It didn't help that before his conference, Gilgamesh stepped directly into a puddle, soaking his sandals and linen trousers. After chewing out the pale servant in front of him for failing to do even the simplest of tasks, he made his way to the throne room, preparing himself mentally to be unequivocally bored for the next 2 hours.

Except that boredom never came, and he found himself completely enveloped in rage.

Halfway through the conference, Gilgamesh and his advisors found their meeting interrupted by a priestess of the city temple.

Gilgamesh sneered. A while ago he decided there was no point in hiding his disdain for the Gods, or how he was openly repulsed at how the locals, and his servants seemed to kiss the ground the priests and priestess' walked on. When Enkidu was still alive, he tried to instill into Gilgamesh the fact that it was the Gods who gave Gilgamesh the power to rule Uruk, and that his reign had been thoroughly blessed by each and every one. He also tried to remind Gilgamesh that priests and priestess' held the same regard as Kings, as they were the ones who truly closed the gap between Gods and Humanity. Gilgamesh bristled at that; when he was younger his father impressed into him that he was the only one who could govern Uruk, and that he was the only one who could possibly close the gaps between Gods and Humans, as he possessed both qualities.

However, despite the intrusion, the priestess, who was swathed in white from head to toe, hailed from his mother's temple. So when she waltzed in, and asked if she could be privy to this discussion, Gilgamesh had no choice but to say yes, not without reminding her that if she were anybody else, she would be dead.

When her turn to speak finally came, Gilgamesh immediately regretted allowing her in the room when the proposition she brought to the discussion was spoken aloud.

"Absolutely not," Gilgamesh snarled, "I refuse to align my kingdom with some ruin in the west. As long as I am alive, and I remain King, no alliance with any city or country alike will come to fruition."

The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift dramatically. What was once a dreary, grey cast room, suddenly became tense. The lion on Gilgamesh's lap sensed it too, waking up suddenly, and baring his teeth.

Anyone in the room could draw the similarities between Gilgamesh and his lion at that moment, both golden, both intimidating, both strong. Even the look in their eyes was similar. There was a cold, unnerving type of depth they both had, even when the King smiled, it didn't seem to reach his eyes. What made that look even more intimidating was the fact his eyes were the colour of fresh blood, and that his pupils were slitted like a cats. Anyone looking upon him at this point saw that his humanity had been revoked, and it became quite apparent, (if it had already not been) that the man in front of them was not completely human.

All the advisors and councillors in the room seemed to bunch together slowly, their eyes widening at the threat that had just made itself clear. Each of them tried to make themselves smaller, hoping that they could keep the Kings attention off of them. Unfortunately, a chalice on the table rolled off, momentarily attracting the Kings attention to the ever shrinking group of advisors.

"All of you get out," He hissed. "All except for you." He spoke, glaring daggers in the priestess before him.

All other habitants of the room dispersed, bowing hastily before making their departure.

Now the only occupants in the room were the King and the Priestess. The large cat started to pace around the room, as it usually did before expecting a meal.

A stare down ensued. Both parties summing each other up, both deciding who would speak first.

This period gave Gilgamesh the time to look carefully at the person before him. She was garbed in the typical loose fitting white gowns attributed to his mother's temple. A simple lace veil was placed on her head. Part of Gilgamesh wished the clothing was less prudish. He felt like one could dedicate one's life to the Gods without looking like a ghost. But it was a choice these women made, and he had no power to change that.

However the loose fitting clothes and veil couldn't hide the beauty this women possessed. Her black, almond-shaped eyes stared unwaveringly at him, gazing proudly at him down her hooked nose, common to the time. Her lips were full, and red, reminding those who gazed upon them of pomegranates. Her long eyelashes seemed to cast shadows on her high cheek bones, and even the veil couldn't hide the long dark hair this women possessed.

She stood proudly, back straight, meeting his gaze and never faltering.

Yes, in every way this woman was beautiful. But beauty hardly impressed Gilgamesh. Since he was born, Gilgamesh was exposed to everything beautiful. Eventually such things lost their appeal. Of course, he was still appreciative of the beauty surrounding him, but such things only caught his attention momentarily.

Not to mention this women was a priestess, and they practiced celibacy. Gilgamesh scoffed out loud, slowly making his way to the woman standing in front him. His feet delicately striking the stone floors, until they were face to face.

The silence continued until Gilgamesh rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, his bare feet tapping the ground, making his ever growing impatience well known.

The priestess studied Gilgamesh wearily, before leaning against one of the pillars and slowly repeated herself.

"The Gods wish for you to align yourself with a city in the west. They feel as if you've grown more arrogant in the past months and think a union between you and the monarch in the west would humble you slightly." She said all of this lazily, crossing her arms and looking calmly at the tapestries covering the windows, which seemed to throw the room into an early twilight.

"God singular, that's what you meant, right?" He asked coldly. Only one of the many Gods would make this type of suggestion.

"Hmm?" she replied. All the while attempting to pet the large cat that was stalking quietly closer to her.

Eyes narrowing, Gilgamesh snapped. No one spoke this casually to him, and if this was any other person they would have been dealt with already.

"Only one God would have the audacity to suggest something like this to me," Gilgamesh sneered. He whistled low, and Utu came to his side, sitting still as a statue.

"Yes, it was your mother actually who suggested that. I'm merely relaying the message." She said all of this smoothly, Gilgamesh could practically hear the smirk on her lips. She strolled over to the large table, white dress dragging lazily on the floor. She picked up one of the chalices on the table, sniffing it cautiously, then slowly took a sip.

This triggered Gilgamesh, and he let go of the loose grip he held on the reigns of his rage, and let his anger take complete control of his body.

He lurched suddenly. Slapping the cup from her hand, and slamming her body into the pillar behind her.

There was an audible crack as her body made contact with the pillar. Fear and pain flashed momentarily in her eyes before being quickly replaced with a cold, unnerving stare.

Hand on her throat, Gilgamesh stared at her, nostrils flaring.

"You seem to have a complete and utter lack of manners," He stated coldly, "One would think that a woman with your status would at least try and act as if they were raised decently and not act like a common harlot willing to spread her legs for a pretty penny."

The cold stare the priestess possessed was replaced by rage, but before she could attempt to say anything the hand on her throat tightened.

Her eyes started to bulge, and her hands attempted to loosen the hold the Kings hand had on her neck. Sharp nails scratching relentlessly on the hand that held her so closely to the point of death.

Suddenly the hand dropped and the priestess feel to her knees, hands clawing at her throat and gasping for air. Strands of spit hanging from her mouth as she coughed roughly.

Gilgamesh watched this whole scene with disgust. Smirking, he crouched and whispered into the priestess' ear.

"Relay this message to my mother, since that seems to be the only talent your pitiful body possess: If she wishes for me to do anything, she will come and convince me herself. The next time she sends a messenger, she will receive their tongue in a box."

Getting up, Gilgamesh turned his back on the sight before him. He stroked Utu's fur absentmindedly, and made his way to the door.

Glancing behind him slightly, he took one last look at the struggling priestess. He closed his eyes softly, imprinting the vision in his mind. Letting out a soft chuckle, he left the room.

He snapped his fingers at a servant walking down the hall, and told the servant to escort the priestess back to the temple. The servant nodded, and bowing low, made his way into the room.

Gilgamesh looked down at the large cat by his side.

"You hungry, Utu?"

The cats' ears perked as he started to get restless.

Gilgamesh let out a low chuckle.

There was something about humans struggling that made Gilgamesh absolutely ravenous.