This was the world in which she was summoned, wasn't it? However that did not explain why she was still here. As much as she hated the point in which she should have returned to, she knew that was where she belonged. Not in this world. She sighed. Something was wrong but at least she was awake now.

Arturia looked down the sheets that laid about her in disarray. She was barely clothed in just a simple shirt and shorts. Both of which were big on her so they were not meant for her frame. Her eyes scanned the room once more and settled on the window. It was such an unfamiliar sight. She was definitely in a city much larger than what she was used to. The type of bedding suggested that she was in a place similar to either the Tohsaka's mansion or the Einzbern's castle. Though with the outside scenery neither was likely.

'Why am I here?'

She tried to speak but found her throat sore with disuse.

Though everything was completely unaccustomed to movement it seemed. She did her best to sit up. Every muscle was weak as she tried to move. Her body needed to get out of this bed, which was at least what she was attempting to do. It was very difficult. Arturia grit her teeth as she shuffled her legs off the bed.

Her heart dropped.

Arturia's feet dangled off the bed. She was not able to set her feet down before attempting to stand. Frustration at this lead to her huffing irritably. Why was this bed so far from the floor?

If her body wasn't already screaming at her, it would be absolutely horrified at what she was about to do. Arturia took a deep breath and gently slide her body from the bed to the floor. When her feet hit the floor the pain shot through her legs and she immediately fell.

That came as no surprise to her.

However, it did come to much shock and agony to her body. On a positive note, she could feel the circulation of blood spreading through her body much better. The chilling tingle of the flow was somewhat comforting as well as uncomfortable. It was at least something.

Just how long had she been out? Why did it feel like an eternity? Nearly everything refused to work properly. If she had mana this wouldn't be a problem but that was something she lacked as well.

What was going on?

Arturia squared her shoulders and lifted herself. Now was the time to be stubborn. She would get to her feet, she would stand, and she would walk!

Even if all she could do in one motion was get to her knees. Progress would take some time it seemed.

Her breath was unsteady as she placed all this effort into getting off the carpeted floor. No matter where she currently was, she was extremely grateful for carpet. If this had been on any other surface she would be in so much more pain. This was at least tolerable.

While taking deep breaths she prepared herself to go from her knees to her feet. The tingling didn't make this any easier either. On shaky legs she was finally making it. She might have been mistaken for a newborn fawn but she was getting somewhere.

While lightly bracing the bed for some support, she smiled in some pride. She was standing finally. Now she needed to try to walk. Hopefully without falling.

A strange pain rippled from her abdomen. Then a growl.

Hunger?

The concept of being hungry wasn't foreign to her but she was a heroic spirit. Sure, she would eat but that was merely because she liked the taste and for the slight mana rejuvenation. This was odd, her body was demanding her to eat. Was she truly that far gone? But why wasn't she fading? Arturia couldn't feel a bond to a master.

So, what was keeping her here?

There was a bathroom a short distance away from the bed. That would be a good place to see what all was going on to her body and she could even sate some of this thirst. Another weird oddity that wasn't normal. She did her best to get to the room without stumbling, though it was pretty taxing. At least this was a good starting point in her ability to walk again. Along the wall she flipped the light switch and brought herself to face the mirror.

She looked like a mess.

Arturia's hair was pale, it matched her skin almost. Lack of proper vitamins would be the logical answer to a human. But, this concerned her. Her eyes also looked faded and forlorn. The normal bright emerald seemed to have faded into more of a peridot color. They were brighter in a strange way with stronger hints of yellow.

Yellow…

A flash of a familiar ghostly pale face with pale yellow eyes danced in her mind.

Arturia banished the picture from her mind and broke her own stare. She bent over the sink and turned the tap on. Once the cold liquid flowed she cupped her hands under and drank from them. Once the water flowed down her throat she felt more life return to her. After a few more pulls from the tap she turned the water off. She coughed slightly trying to clear her throat.

'That feels so much better…'

There was nothing along the counters that stood out to her. Sure there was tooth paste and a tooth brush but besides that and a small comb there was nothing. She stole a glance into the shower, there looked like there was some type of bathing supplies there but nothing that gave anything away.

All the curiosity led her to was a vague sense that she should bathe. The slight buildup of grim on her body was not a nice feeling. Though, she had a priority in finding food first. Well, maybe her first priority should be to find out where she was.

This hunger was getting to her.

Arturia shook her head at herself and moved back into the bedroom. If she was going to leave this room she would need to be covered up a little bit more than this. As she could not materialize her dress or armor then she would just have to riffle through the belongings of her captor.

'Captor?'

Perhaps that was a little harsh for someone she did not know.

'Host'

There that sounded a little better. Though the implication was still the same to her.

She made it to the dresser and hoped that there were some clothes inside. To her delight there were, but they were the oddest of shirts she'd ever seen. All seemed very soft, like silk or cashmere. The colors were bright and some were patterned. While trying not to displace them too horribly, she found a plain dark blue button down. It was the least flashy, and the blue suited her best. The next drawer down thankfully held pants in it. As before with the tops, so too where the bottoms. Very eclectic in style. She put no thought into the odd animal print ones and just settled for a plain pair of jeans.

She had to dig for those.

It took very little of her time to pull them on. The fact that she could find no underwear that could fit her was telling. There was no clothes for a woman of her size, or just a woman in general. So she could tell that who had her was male. Male, tall but slim, from the way the clothes set on her. Their sense of style was…odd. But otherwise she could gather no information from it.

Once the pant legs and sleeves were rolled up to a bearable level she decided that it would be a good time to exit this room. Her curiosity was bubbling. The need to know what was going on was becoming more urgent.

Also the need for food was creeping in.

'Stop thinking about food! I have to get out of this place, there is no time for that now.'

Arturia sighed at her growing hunger. Though she had to admit when she could she would definitely eat something.

Her hand reached for the knob to the bedroom's door. Before it even brushed the metal finish there was another door being opened and closed. The sound vibrated through.

Someone was here.

Her whole body froze momentarily, trying to sort through a fight or flight response. Should she sit put and greet the person that she didn't know was friend or foe? Or should she hide and look for a way to escape? Just because they had her and took somewhat decent care of her, did not make them an ally of hers.

Footsteps were closing in.

Arturia didn't take another second to think. She hastily made her way back into the bathroom to hide. She couldn't return to the bed and pretend to sleep and there was no way she had time to slip under it. No, she resolved to hide in the bathroom. The need to have a weapon in her hands also became an issue. Without Excalibur she was somewhat defenseless. She assessed the room for whatever she could possibly use as a weapon. The only thing remotely capable was a towel rack.

'That'll have to do'

As quickly and as quietly as she could she yanked the rod from the wall. It made a slight sound but hopefully it wasn't very noticeable. Once her makeshift weapon was secured in her hands she hid behind the door.

Just in time for the bedroom door to open.

The person was in the room now with her. Her heart raced with anticipation and she tried stay focused. Stay calm. She was a king that ruled and went to war for heaven's sake. There was nothing to fear. At least, nothing that she had to fear at present.

Whoever it was moved quickly through the room, no doubt in search of her. They had no introduction and nothing was said. The flashing of the bathroom lights nearly caused her to scream.

She bit her tongue and forced her eyes to remain open. To stay alert. The air around her was frozen for sure as the seconds ticked by.

Then it was all over. The light was turned off without anyone entering.

Arturia tried to calm her heart from its deadly beats. She barely registered that the door to the bedroom was closed as well.

Once back to a manageable level, she pondered. If her captor, or um 'host', was a mage then they would have no problem finding her location. They wouldn't have even needed to look they could just sense that she was awake. Though, if her 'host' wasn't, then that begged the question of why they had her. If they could not sense her then what relation did they hold with her?

It was far more troubling as she could not sense them. She felt no bond to a master. Was this all due to her lack of mana? It was possible but still it was very concerning.

From behind the door she slow peeked out to look into the room. The person was truly gone from it as there was no trace of them ever being in there.

Arturia did what she could and steeled herself, she had to exit this room and that most likely meant facing her captor.

Host.

'Irrelevant.'

If she could happen to sneak in and find out who it was, before they noticed her, then she could decide on a path. Escape or remain. She wasn't the best at being stealthy but this would have to be something that she had to rely on. Though, regardless she was keeping her towel rack rod. Until she could call forth her sword, there was no option about if she would be armed.

She leaned against the bedroom door lightly. Listening to the sounds of the rooms beyond. Muffled voices that sounded distant was about the only thing. Voices could mean two things, multiple people or a television or radio. Though from the distance she could tell that there was a hallway separating her room from there.

After taking a few deep breathes to mentally prepare herself, she slowly turned the door knob. It was indeed a hallway that was brightly lit as well. From where she was though, the only way to see anything was to round the corner at the opposite end of the hall. So, in other words if her captor came around the corner and saw her she would have to fight or converse. Either was entirely possible.

While sticking to the wall and moving soundlessly she could determine that the voices were indeed from a television. It was all in Japanese as well so she knew she was still in Japan. That much made sense at least. She still had no sights on anything and she knew that if she stood while peeking around the corner she'd be spotted for sure.

So, Arturia lowered herself to the ground and slowly glanced around the corner. It was a living area. There was a large couch and a table in front of it. The TV she could not locate from her quick glace but she could guess it was along the other side of this wall. There was still no one to be found.

A pang of metal sounded slightly from past the living room. Was the person in a kitchen? Were they making food for her knowing that she was awake and hungry?

Arturia sighed. Everything was about food.

This made her think though on how if they were making food, then what did that make them? A host that was going to care for her needs as a friend? Or, were they still just a captor making a simple meal for their captive? She couldn't let herself be tricked into a false sense of security when she still did not know who she was dealing with.

With as much stealth as she could manage, she made her way from her place against the wall to behind the couch. It had just enough space for her to fit behind comfortably. She was extremely grateful the TV was left on as it most likely filtered out whatever sounds she could have made.

From her new vantage point she could see the door that most likely lead out of this place. It had some strange locking mechanism on it which must have meant that it was to the outside. If she could get to that door and get out then she would be free.

Wouldn't she?

Where she was and where she could go were not things she was privy to. There was nothing that could give her any clue here either. She furrowed her brow in deep thought. She certainly was in a bind with this. Especially without knowing anything about her captor.

Footsteps sounded again and Arturia held her breath. She was well hidden behind the couch but there was no telling where the person was heading to or if they felt her presence. Then there was a weight pressing down on the couch, she could feel the dip and hear the protest of the material. Nothing came about from that either. Which confirmed that this person could not have been a mage. They wouldn't have been able to hide their aura from her. Not at this range, regardless if she was out of mana.

The channel on the T.V. was changed. The voices no longer spoke Japanese they began to speak in something more familiar. Though the times have changed greatly, her people have still spoken with a very distinct sound. It was strange to hear English after all her time spent in Japan. There was a point where she was summoned into Germany but that language wasn't hers.

"On this overcast Tuesday evening, we're expecting rain later…"

Tuesday?

Arturia noted the date. The last day she could remember with any clarity was Wednesday. That had to have been last week. So she had been out for almost a complete 7 days.

Her brain was turning everything over. That day, what happened that day?

Rin and Shirou…

Rin! She was attacked by that crazed priest! Illya was kidnapped! Shirou and she went to

Ryuudou Temple, they were first confronted by another spirit. In gold armor? Gold…

Her face paled.

Gilgamesh.

She fought against that insufferable tyrant, one who dared to call her his.

But, that doesn't explain anything.

Did Shirou go back on his word? Did he take the grail and wish her to stay?

If this was him that had her then she was very disappointed in him. How could he do that to her? To force her to stay when she should have died centuries ago? She should be dead now. Her time in the world of the living was over, her place in history marked.

Arturia had to know who the person was on the other side of the couch. She moved slowly to the end and as gently as she could she peaked her head out. This would be risky but she was willing to take that chance.

She had to.

Her body was jerked from the other side of the couch. Her arm gently pulled by some unknown warm hand. It was dark briefly as she was still partially behind the couch but it didn't last long. She was now exposed to the open, her captor behind her holding her arm.

Arturia didn't know how to react when she saw who held her.

Everything in her scream. Her heart shuttered and her lungs seized.

Golden hair, red demonic eyes and tanned skin greeted her. It was way worse than she originally thought. He was the last person on this earth she could ever hope to even be stuck with. No, correction, she would rather be dead than to be stuck with him. Never in her life or even death, would she want him near her.

Arturia could not hold her tongue any longer.

"Unhand me you vile monster!" She tugged her arm violently away from him.

A smile graced his lips in humor to her reaction. He moved slightly to sit back down onto the couch; as he did he took her hand and pulled her with him. Her bottom coming into contact with his lap. Before she could squirm away he brought his arm around her waist and held her to him. This forced contact caused Arturia to struggle.

"Let go of me!"

"Come now Arturia, that isn't any way to greet…"

"I should be running you through with my blade not greeting you. Release me, fiend!"

She threw her head back to bash it into his own. That caused him to loosen his grip on her enough for her to get away.

Arturia went to grab her towel rack bar. This would never be enough to hold him off. Not when he had an arsenal of weaponry at his disposal. It didn't matter though, she would not just simply abandon her defense even if it was a fragile one.

Gilgamesh stood to his full height across from her. His amused expression had faded into a scowl. His hand placed on his jaw while a small cut was on his lips.

Internally Arturia praised herself on making the King of Heroes bleed.

"You insufferable woman, you will pay for that…" He readjusted himself and sat back down on the couch facing her. "But for now, I forgive you. After all, you must be scared to wake up in a strange place. Though, you have nothing to fear, being incarnated isn't so bad."

Incarnated?

"What are you talking about Archer?"

"Now now, Arturia, call me by my name. I no longer have a class and neither do you"

No longer a Saber class servant? Incarnated? Shirou must have gone back on his promise to her, that and Gilgamesh took her away? No wait that didn't make sense.

"Where is Shirou? Are Rin and Illyasviel alright? What has happened?"

Arturia needed answers from this tyrant and she needed them now. Though deep in her gut she could tell that she didn't really want to know the answer.

"The Tohsaka girl is alright, I've checked on her wellbeing since we left Fuyuki. As for the boy and that meat doll, both of them are dead."

The smile that played on his lips told her all she needed to know.

"There is no way I would have let them die, you killed them didn't you?!"

She lunged forward with her makeshift weapon, prepared to strike him down. Even if it had no blade she could still beat him to death with it.

However, she was halted completely. Cold unfeeling metal wrapped around her arms. The memory of them burned her mind suddenly as flashbacks of what happened hit her.

"You think you would have learned by now, my dear Arturia. I should let you know though, that you did attempt to save them. You were just too weak to do so."

She couldn't stand it. Her name on those tainted lips. That dark intent that rolled off his tongue with every syllable, made her feel disgusting.

"Do not call me by that name and I swear to you, I will get revenge for them."

"We shall see about that… Arturia"

She couldn't take it anymore as she struggled violently against the chains.

"I will kill you, Archer!"

The chains abruptly yanked her arms back. Gilgamesh closing the distance between them once more. One hand came to cup her cheek as he leaned forward. The gleam in his eye told her exactly what he wanted to do.

"I will look forward to your efforts. For now though, you are too weak and you must be hungry. I've had food prepared for you."

He broke away from her as quickly as he closed in on her. Nothing happened. He just simply let her go. The chains fell away and her body was now her own. But that wasn't what puzzled her. His behavior has always been erratic but this? He was going to let her go, and then do her a kindness by giving her food.

This had to be a trap.

"What kind of fool do you take me for? I will not fall for this trick, Archer" Arturia didn't budge from her place. Her hands firmly gripping her 'sword'.

"Trick? I am simply providing a basic need for you, my dear. You're human now and you have a requirement for sustenance. So, come along."

He turned away from her to head to where she assumed was the kitchen. Her eyes were full of suspicion and caution. Arturia would not follow him as willingly as he wished. Before she even took a step forward her eyes darted to the door. She could make a run for it if she pretended to follow him. Even if she was hungry she could still leave this place.

"Oh and by the way, don't think of trying to escape. I will be able to catch you easily, though if you managed, I will not hesitate to kill any that stand in my way of getting to you. So, choose your battles wisely, my precious lioness"

Gilgamesh's eye sparkled at that statement. The amusement he took in imagining that scenario was disgusting to her. It left no doubt in her mind that he would kill anyone if they so much as tried to help her stand if she tripped.

"I will not be held as some prisoner and I will not stand to be treated as such. I will leave this place!"

Arturia's hand tightened on the bar once more and she took a shaky step forward. In her mind she was getting ready to do a lunging slice. Though, her body had other plans. The pain of hunger and exhaustion struck through her, radiating out and causing weakness. So when she tried to strike, she ended up falling forward. Into the arms of the person she hated most.

"Enough of this nonsense you silly woman. You are not to be a prisoner. Arturia, you will be my wife, my queen, you will have all the luxuries of the world."

He had the nerve to laugh at her position in his arms.

"And you are much too weak to even be a real challenge. I will not ask this again, so, come with me."

If she wasn't in so much pain she would scream and fight. But for now, she could barely even keep her eyes open. Her head was foggy and her limbs refused to work.

All she could really hold on to was Gilgamesh as he led her to a seat.

He was right. Arturia had to pick her battles wisely, so for now, she would let him win. As much as it pains her to admit. She will be an over glorified prisoner in a gilded cage, until she could regain her mana. Then she would strike.

She could not risk losing this war to him.

A/N: Whelp I wonder how this is all gonna turn out lol Honestly I'm thinking that I may have done a horribly wordy job of her "waking up" but to be fair I just spent like 3 chapters with her dreaming so I could at least wake her up properly. Also I wanted to add in Gil's reaction to her being awake in this but I think I'll just open the next chapter with that since it would be more appropriate as I need his input on more things there. I actually had to break this up since I knew if I just kept going with this it would be huge and more likely a mess. I would say expect the next chapter soon... but I'm a horrible person so I make no such promises.