Hello! Here is another chapter! The wedding chapter should be next...but you shouldn't get your hopes up :P Sorry. Well, enjoy this one. (I have a feeling Gil's getting a little OOC, I'll try to fix that in the coming chapters.)


Night time. It truly was beautiful. All the stars were alight and the moon shone fiercely. Saber sighed. The day had been long and hard, what with the constant barking of orders the other king gave. She rubbed her tired eyes. She was exhausted, yet she couldn't sleep. Her horse grazed alongside her. She leaned back on her arms, enjoying the cool freshness the grass offered. It was only the first night of a journey of about a month.

Saber closed her eyes, absorbing the temporary silence. She felt something touch her face gently, then felt a puff of warm air. Hengroen was nudging her and she couldn't help the smile that bloomed on her face.

Do you miss home too?" She whispered to the gentle steed. She rubbed his neck, using the reigns to pull herself up. Giving the endless night sky a final glance she trudged up the hill again. She looked up to see Gilgamesh with his arms crossed over his chest, an annoyed expression on his face. He was still fully armored.

"Where have you been?" He was quiet, yet she heard the firmness in his voice.

"Why does it matter?" She walked past him.

"I can't have my bride-to-be wandering off and getting herself killed now can I?" She heard his footsteps a few paces behind her.

"I will do what I want." She nearly growled. She wove her way through some of his servants and made her way to her tent, so graciously provided by him. Did she seriously need one!? No! She has slept on the ground before with nothing but armor and a cloak! She scowled and nodded at a girl holding the flap open . She stared at all the pillows and blankets. It would take a long time to get used to this.


She woke to the sound of people. Many people. It seemed as though they were clearing the area. Why was she not wakened earlier? She exited the tent and covered her eyes, it was extremely bright. She stifled a yawn and wandered until she found her horse. To her surprise Gilgamesh was with his own two stallions. She payed him no heed and began to brush Hengroen.

"Why was I not wakened?" She finally broke the silence.

"I gave the order that you were not to be disturbed." He responded somewhat arrogantly.

"Why? I have spent whole nights without sleep before, surely I could wake at dawn." She glared over her mount. He raised one brow.

"You looked peaceful." He then turned and led his horses away. What-was he watching her sleep!? She was disturbed at the thought, though not surprised. She shook her head and saddled Hengroen. Another long day of riding ahead.

It was around noon that they spoke again.

"Do you watch me sleep?" She asked suddenly with a wary tone. He laughed, his crimson eyes sparked with amusement.

"Why in the world would I do that?" He glanced over at her.

"You said I looked peaceful."

"I entered your tent then decided to let you rest more." He shrugged. Why would he act so thoughtful. "You also would have gotten in the way." Never mind.

"I prefer waking at dawn." She said coldly. He sighed.

"So many demands. Fine, have it your way, though there is not much you miss." He whipped his reigns and the chariot went ahead. Was it that easy? Well, this wasn't that big of a deal...


The rest of the week and the next were fairly uneventful. They were nearing Babylon. The sun beat down on her, she was almost constantly sweating. There were almost no clouds in sight. Her hair came loose and she didn't bother to tie it, even if it meant getting her face whipped. She would have to stop Hengroen. Sand and hair were an unpleasant mix. Yet, Gilgamesh looked unfazed. Well, he was accustomed to this land and terrain. She stared at his face, it was hard. Stone hard and cold. Like the king he was. Suddenly their eyes met. She refused to look away first. His mouth twisted into a smirk.

Both looked away at the same time. A servant fell with a cry of agony and a spurt of blood. A javelin embedded in his chest. She glanced at Gilgamesh's face to see his reaction. A sneer marred his face and his eyes were cold, glinting with fury. She broke her gaze away and drew Excalibur. Raiders. A group of them, yelling and waving their weapons, undoubtedly thinking this was any other party rather than the king's. They weren't going to leave alive. Any of them. A flash of golden light drew her attention. Gilgamesh stood on the moving chariot with a hand slightly raised. Another few javelins flew, two more shouts.

She saw four bandits fall off their mounts. How- Gilgamesh waved his hand, a fierce snarl set in place. Swords flew from golden pools behind him. This is how he fought!? She pulled on the reigns to stop Hengroen. She would be of no assistance here, seeing as how the assumed leader was wrapped in chains, held before the king.

"You should know better than to steal my treasure, you rabid dogs! Pay the price mongrel!" He pulled out a strange sword, then thrust it into the man's chest. She heard a scream of agony as the man was impaled onto his swords.

"Now for the other filthy curs." He waved his hand again and crossed his arms as the other fleeing raiders were slain mercilessly. Blood began to soak the ground. The weapons embedded in the victims vanished. Saber felt sick. Yes, she has killed before, but she did so honorably, in a fair battle, not so cruelly without even batting an eye. He did so like it was nothing. She didn't want to know how he punished traitors. She stared at him, a somewhat disappointed furious glare. He glanced at her and gestured for them to move on. Saber looked behind to see that the dead slaves were not even spared a glance.


She sat alone again, viewing the beautiful night sky. This time she heard someone approaching. She didn't need to turn around to know.

"I take it you do not approve of my methods." He sat down somewhere behind her. She snorted. "I see. And how would you have approached this?" She felt his gaze boring into her head.

"Differently. Perhaps even more peacefully had it been possible." She responded coldly.

"You act as if you have never seen death, nor dealt it." She shook her head.

"Do you not give those you kill a second thought? What if they had homes, families, but no. Now they are dead, not even given a chance at life." She felt her fists begin to shake. His laugh startled her. It was deep and frosty, it was mirthless.

"A king must learn. Did they really deserve life? They would have slaughtered and taken all, then left the corpses to rot-"

"Like you did..." She muttered quietly.

"-If those rabid curs were not killed then others would befall the same fate. Is this not true?"

"Tell me this, do you ever feel anything when you slaughter mindlessly?" Her tone was cold but had a fiery edge. He was silent for a few moments.

"Perhaps...once I did. I learned that death comes to all. Why pity them...it would have happened anyway...What good would crying for them do? It won't bring them back..." His voice was soft and she turned her head to look at him.

Hid head was down and his eyes were...sad? A deep sorrow rooted in his eyes and a grim line in his mouth...was he remembering something..or someone?

"Goodnight." She stood abruptly and left, leaving the king alone with his thoughts...

She needed sleep, after all, they would be nearing the king's palace soon.


Well? How was it? Please Review! I hope they weren't OOC! I tried! :) I should update again soon, the weekend is coming up! I wanted to add a little action, though I should work on it. Who was Gilgamesh remembering? Maybe I'll reveal it, maybe you already know. You would, if you know the story.(Also think of the lion!)