In an alternate world… Where the War against the Saxons had been nipped at the bud. The 15th Cavalry had returned to Camelot with their newfound allies in tow. Andrus and his wife consigned themselves to the lives of normalcy. Corvus had become one of the many regal magistrates sent to oversee the southern coastline. Davis gets to see his family. And Captain Faust, no, Colonel Faust gets his own army by succeeding Bevan Bowdyn's command with his men at the 15th being his War Council. With Captain Levi being his second in command.

However… These folks are not the only ones who have participated in this journey. The unmentioned ones' tale would definitely catch your interest. Hopefully.

This is their story.

Shoutout to PixieDuck. He inspired me to write this after asking me about it a year ago. I'm going to declare this as an Omake. The first of many hopefully.

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King Arthur… Well, Arturia underneath the facade, noticed an oddity that only she could see. She could only fathom how she's seeing this strangeness, but she sees it nonetheless. Her feelings about it are mixed. Mixed in the sense that she has no idea what to feel. And it all began the moment Sir Mordred and the rest of the 15th had returned from their mission.

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The first of these instances is when Arturia went to Lady Janice's healing rooms. There, she saw the recuperating men who had sustained several injuries on the way home with Lieutenant Bartholemew being the foremost person to address her. She talked to the men for quite some time. Their tales and exploits lay themselves bare in front of her. And while their deeds will have their rewards due, the King couldn't help but feel ashamed of herself. For her attention was half split by the conversation happening on the other side of the room near the large window pane. There, there were three people speaking. Lady Janice, Sir Archer, and Sir Mordred. And what they had to speak about was… quite interesting.

"It's good to see you again, Sir Archer!" Janice clapped her hands in joy. "I heard the stories from the others. Your feats are sung everywhere in the palace, didn't you know."

"Thank you for the compliment, Janice." Archer smiled back. Mordred meanwhile, just crossed his arms. Having said no words, Janice took this as a sign to press on forward.

"I just wanted to ask you myself: did you really defeat that Drecken all on your own? He's defeated many warriors and even Sir Mordred himself. I couldn't imagine someone being strong enough to do such a thing, so I wanted to hear it from you." Janice asked with expectant eyes. Arthur couldn't help but notice a certain other emotion at the back of those eyes. And that blush on Janice's face too.

"Yes, I did. He was a difficult opponent to face. But, with Mordred's assistance, we defeated him." Archer said confidently. Arthur applauded the man for that. The rumour mill only circulated the bowman's role and had diminished the Knight's participation at the same time. So it was nice to hear Archer stand up for his friend.

"He wasn't much. The bastard couldn't handle the both of us." Mordred haughtily boasted. The first thing he said in the entire conversation.

"That I could see." Janice happily conceded, "I am relieved to see that both of you are alive and well." She then looked to Archer with that same unknown emotion, Arturia realised. "I prayed for you to be safe on that dangerous mission. How have you been? Are you hurt in any way? I can concoct something for your wounds-"

"He's fine. He's got no need to muck around this place." Mordred blurted out before Archer could speak. A curious look emerged from the healer and the bowman at that. The King too was a bit surprised.

"I- I see…" Janice faltered. However she bounced back in energy. She then addressed Archer once more. "Sir Archer. I… well, if you wouldn't mind…"

Interested at this, Archer perked up. "Wouldn't mind what?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well… I was wondering if you could tell me more of your stories sometime soon. The tales of your feats aren't exactly the most accurate coming from the others. I wanted to know more from you personally. If you are alright with it any time soon-" Janice was suddenly cut off by Mordred once more.

"Sorry, he can't! He has to go with me and train more. Oh, and would you look at the time? Come along Archer, we have to go now." Mordred said as he shoved Archer aside and far away from Janice.

"Mordred- wh-what?!" Archer exclaimed as he was ruthlessly pushed once more.

"No time. We have to go." Mordred said unyieldingly.

"Our training doesn't start until next we-"

"Don't care!"

Mordred then practically dragged the bowman by the arm towards the exit of the room. They left in haste. Such that they didn't notice they had walked past the King as they bickered amongst themselves. With Mordred being the more prickly of the two. It left Arturia on her own thinking as to what to make of such an event.

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The second even came about after a council meeting. After a couple more missions with Mordred in tow, Sir Archer has garnered enough favour and trust to be elevated to the role of councilman. His every word and action being beneficial to Camelot and her people. As evident by his report during this meeting.

"Sir Mordred and I have removed the threat in these lands and assisted the people migrating there to settle it. The enemy mages have been killed and their knowledge given to Merlin for further study." Archer concluded as he pointed to a map of the northern lands of Powys. And with that, more questions were thrown about how this will affect the politics of the area and the supply chain to them. After all that, the meeting was adjourned and the councilmen left the room. Archer and Mordred were about to leave but were stopped by Arturia.

"You've done well, Sir Archer." Arturia started with a soft smile. In all honesty, she was amazed at him. A great deed has been done and it was so great that she wondered what it would take to keep him in her council. Talent and Skill such as what Archer had shown could only serve her Kingdom for so long before discontentment could set in. Ambitiousness and betrayal to attain such ambitions are prevalent at this level of the totem pole. So, what could be done for the bowman? She wondered.

"By your grace, my King. I couldn't have accomplished it all without your guidance." Archer bowed. And it was true. Arturia had to go there herself to assess the situation but allowed herself only to advise the bowman not direct him. So, the credit still all goes to him.

"Save the pleasantries, Sir Archer. You have done more than I could ever ask for. The people are safe and sound in a place they can call their own." She then placed a hand on the bowman's shoulders. "A reward must be set in place for you. Tell me, what could I offer you?"

"Nothing is more valuable than your trust in me, King Arthur. That I can assure you. For as long as I live, I shall serve you as your servant. I hope that you will continue to have good faith in me. That is all I ask for." Archer replied unhesitatingly. His golden eyes flickering with a passion that she did not see in anyone else. And it was at this point did Arturia feel a skip in her heart. Truly, she was touched. She had not seen such unwavering loyalty to her in anyone but Merlin. And that's saying a lot considering Merlin was basically her father figure for a long time.

"Then I insist on repaying you in my own way some time later tonight. Now I shall take my leave. I have many pressing matters to attend to." Arturia said as she left the two in the council room. But as soon as she closed the door behind her, she heard metal quickly shifting and after that… a woman's voice.

"Well aren't you Sir Popular."

"If this is about the ladies from back then, let me tell you that I didn't mean to-"

"What ladies? I sure as hell didn't mention any ladies."

Arturia was surprised! Sir Mordred was a woman! And to think she found out in the most shameful way possible through eavesdropping. It wasn't like she meant to listen in. She just didn't know.

"Mordred, listen to yourself. You're being irrational." Archer tried to calm her down in the worst possible way.

"You brought those hags into our room! What the fuck did you think I was going to act." Mordred exclaimed.

"And let me tell you once more that I didn't mean to. They just walked into my room to thank me, decided that doing that was a good "payment", and that you entered the moment I managed to get away from them." Archer quickly explained.

"Right. And I'm King Arthur's son. We both know that's not true. They were half naked, Archer. What the hell?! " Mordred bit back with venom. She huffed as she said that. Arturia could only hear their voices but she noticed a sliver of emotion there other than anger. But she can't quite pinpoint what that is.

"Look. I'll make it up to you. How about I treat you with something I can cook? Would that make you happy?" Archer pleaded. Arturia could hear the stress from his voice. Poor man.

"Make me some of that beef you made last time." Mordred said with joy. It's strange to hear the complete shift in tone for Arturia. But she could understand it. Nowadays, Archer works part time as the head chef of the palace. Whatever he cooks is heaven sent compared to the best the other cooks could offer. So to be treated to a special cooking from Sir Archer is a big deal. Very big. The King couldn't help but blush as she gripped her suddenly growling stomach. It appears that Arturia too has grown accustomed to his cooking.

"Right. Right. I will. But let's eat before tonight. The King is expecting me at that time." Archer said as he sighed in relief. It seems he had calmed Mordred down somewhat.

"Right…" Mordred said. As if she didn't want that.

"Is there a problem?" Archer asked confusedly.

"Can that wait?" Mordred asked. And Archer's and Arturia's eyes widened at that.

"Mordred of the Round… wanting King Arthur himself to wait…" Archer voiced his and Arturia's thoughts aloud.

"H-hey! It's not like that." Mordred tried to argue. "It's just… we don't spend much time anymore."

"What do you mean? There isn't a mission I haven't gone through that wasn't with you. And the latest one was just last week." Archer said. Arturia could feel the eyebrow rising up as he said that.

"Don't you dare make me say it Archer." Mordred growled.

"I still don't see what you mean." Archer deadpanned. And after a quick staredown (which Arturia could only guess happened as they haven't spoken a word at this moment) Mordred relented.

"Fuck you for making me say this…" She sighed. As if struggling to find the courage to say it - another oddity when it comes to the Red Knight, Arturia thought.

"I want to spend time with you… alone." Mordred finally blurted out hastily. As if she was so embarrassed that she had to say that aloud. Both Arturia and Archer widened their eyes once more as the implication of what Mordred said set in.

"Oh… oh dear." Arturia gasped as she covered her mouth in surprise.

"..." Archer didn't say anything at that. Too surprised, Arturia presumed. And it wasn't that far off from the truth. The King didn't know this, but Archer did not expect that kind of development coming from the Red Knight. And his reaction to it showed.

"...Let's set this aside for now. We have other things to do." Archer said with finality. He didn't dismiss Mordred. Just wanted to get his bearings together before facing the music. That's all, he thought. Just as he opened the door. A large gust of wind came upon him. Causing him to step back. And as soon as it came. It disappeared. He shrugged it off before leaving the area. Mordred left too soon after but went the opposite direction

Unbeknownst to Archer and Mordred, Arturia had found herself in a wagon full of hay. She had leaped from the second floor into the darn thing! Now she was in the courtyard. And as she rose up from the hay, what greeted her was the sight of Merlin about to burst in laughter. She immediately patted herself down and left with the tattered remains of her dignity.

But the revelation remained: Mordred was a woman. Who's probably having a crisis of emotion right about now.

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The third time helped Arturia. For she understood what to feel about this whole thing. She had grown closer to Archer after that fateful night. Fateful in the sense that many things happened. One night became two nights, two nights became four. And all of a sudden it became a bi-weekly thing.

She shouldn't be feeling this, but Arturia's grown to look forward to these nights. It's a stress free, food filled, event that really allows her to relax from the pains of being King. And Archer's company makes it all the better. She doesn't know how he does it. But it's like he's reading her mind most of the time. Whatever mood she's in, the bowman manages to pick up on it and act accordingly. Tonight is just like those nights. Where they would meet up and their date- uhm, I mean 'special dinner as ordered by the King' would begin.

Except. It wasn't like those nights. She hadn't seen it coming either. She was walking in the darkest parts of the courtyard. Where no one except those who knew where to look could see her. Arturia was in a fairly good mood. The full moon lit the courtyard up in its own beautiful way, the birds were chirping and humming as springtime came in full force, and most important of all, there's a festival happening at the main square. Meaning everyone wouldn't notice Arturia and Archer meet up at this strange time of night. She did not want to take care of that political quagmire should it ever arise.

And then, she heard it.

"Goddamnit Shirou, look me in the eye."

Arturia hid behind the many trees that littered the courtyard. She was thankful for her past selves' decision to plant them here. Otherwise, she would have been discovered by now. What was going on? She thought. She looked towards the centre of the yard and saw two people. One was wearing a red tunic that reached towards her ankles. While the other one was Archer. The blonde woman before Archer had her back towards the King, so she couldn't see her face.

"Damn it! I said, "Look at me."

But that voice is something she found hard to forget. For ever since she had heard, Arturia had always identified it as Mordred's true voice. This was Mordred without the armour. For the first time in forever, Arturia got to see a side of the Red Knight she never got to completely see. What are they talking about, she thought.

"Look. I'm sorry for that time. I-i-don't know what came over me!" Mordred exclaimed once more.

"It's alright, Mordred. You were drunk. Now can you please put your armour on, someone might see you." Archer hastily said as he looked around. Arturia just now felt the back of her head shiver when his eyes went toward her direction. It felt like he just saw her from here! But it was just a feeling, she thought. Archer never looked towards her direction ever again after this moment.

"No! No… I can't not right now." Mordred panicked. Her head then went low. As if her gaze went to the floor all of a sudden.

"Mordred… what happened?" Archer asked concernedly. He grasped both shoulders in an attempt to console the girl. She looked so shaken for some reason.

"I just heard from my mother…" Arturia perked up at that. Mordred had parents? No one knew that. Not even Merlin told her anything about Mordred's lineage. However, it appears that Archer may have known a thing or two. For his reaction was to flinch at the mention and shift in worry and apprehension.

"How did she come here? There's no way she could've come here without being caught." Archer asked. And judging by the tone of his voice, it appears that Mordred's mother is not exactly the most innocent of the lost, Arturia surmised. Judging by the choice of words, the mother has to be someone of considerable notoriety. But who?

"I let her in. She just wanted to talk…" Mordred squeaked out. Poor girl… what could've happened for her to become like this, Arturia thought.

"Well, what did she say?" Archer asked once more. His eyes darted everywhere to see if there were any intruders. He's looking everywhere but at her, it seems.

"She… she said that I was the child of King Arthur. That I was the rightful heir to Camelot and that I should claim my birthright. Archer… she wants me to go to war against the King!" Mordred said out loud. It's a miracle how only two people are hearing this right now, Arturia thought.

Kidding aside, Arturia was most certainly shocked. How on earth did Mordred's mother come to that conclusion? It doesn't make sense. She never slept with anyone, and she most definitely only had sex once. But even that was hazy. So what is Mordred's mother talking about?

That was, until Mordred turned around and allowed Arturia to see her face. It was like looking in a mirror. The full moon gave those emerald eyes that celestial shimmer to it. Her blond locks had that silver glow. But other than that, Morded was the spitting image of her. Arturia had to shut her eyes before her brain shut itself down. This was too much to handle.

"And you believe that?" Archer asked apprehensively. His face scrunching up in seriousness.

"...I do. Nothing else can deny it." Mordred replied as she turned around towards the bowman. Arturia shook her head at that moment. She was thinking of the same answer, after all.

"We need to talk about this to the King." Archer said in resolution. Arturia widened her eyes at that. To trust her with that information unhesitatingly was outstanding even for her. This is world shattering news. Hell, Arturia doesn't even know how to even address that news now much less tomorrow.

"No! He might turn us away." Mordred said.

"King Arthur is not like that and you know it. He will never turn a blind eye to this." Archer countered.

"How do you know? Is it because of those date nights you've been going with him?" Mordred bit back. Both Archer and Arturia repulsed at that. To put it that way… ugh… that doesn't sound right even in her head, she thought.

"What- no, but when has he ignored something as pressing as having you as a kid? This is something too important to ignore." Archer asked after composing himself once more.

"It's always King Arthur this, King Arthur that. When have you ever looked at me and considered what I told you, huh?!" Mordred raged. Arturia heard it. Just then. That same venom from that time with Lady Janice. And even then at that council room. Except this time, she knew it for what it was.

It was jealousy.

"We can't tell this to him, alright?! We just can't…" Mordred whispered at the end. After all her pomp and bravado and anger, Mordred was simply afraid of what Arthur would think of this all. The What ifs all whirling around her head like a storm. Archer's hand went towards Mordred's and then the Red Knight looked up towards him. Tears threatening to fall.

"Alright. I'll trust you." Archer said softly. "We won't tell him."

Arturia had instincts as sharp as Excalibur. She heard that undertone in his voice. He completely and fully knew that she was there. There is no suspicion about it. However, considering the state of mind Mordred is in right now. She understands.

It was here that the tears on the Red Knight's face fell. Her sorrow is as evident as her beauty under the night sky. She's so conflicted right now. She doesn't know what to do. Nothing makes sense in her life anymore. Nothing except for Archer.

"Ever since you came into my life. Everything changed, did you know that?" Mordred started softly. Their hands still up to their chest for both of them to see.

"I never thought the day would come but… it came." Mordred rasped. Archer and Arturia watched on to see what the Knight was trying to say.

"Mordred…" Archer started but the Knight still pressed on.

"You were the first I could ever call a friend… the first I could lean on when things went rough. There isn't a day that goes by without you by my side. Be it in missions or just like this. Here in the courtyard under the night sky. Whatever it may be, you were always there when I needed you. And you know what? I hate you for it." she blinked and then tilted her head as if shaking it left and right. "Yes, I hate you for it. Because you made me fall in love without me knowing it."

Both Arturia and Archer dropped their jaws at that. No way, it was a confession! They thought.

"I'll say it again." Mordred laughed in the midst of her tears, "I am in love with you, Shirou Emiya. And I'm not afraid to tell you that." and in a swift motion, Mordred used the hand Archer held and yanked him down to kiss him.

It would have been sweet had it not been for the realisations Arturia had been forced to know. Such that Mordred may be her child. That she could have been raised with the intention of destroying Camelot from the inside. That She was in love with Archer. Of all the things, it was the last part that upsetted her deeply.

Because for one: Arturia realised that she was also in love with Archer.

She's jealous because of her own (maybe) child.

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And that's it. My first omake. It's not exactly my taste. I don't like the idea of oyakodon (it disgusts me) but I only did this because a year ago, Pixie Duck was one of the first people to approach me with his ideas at the PM. I wanted to make this for him and for those who wanted it (I guess). I hoped you liked it. Next chapter will come soon. I really want to wrap this Arc up and go beyond it now. War and Politics is my thing, you see. It gives me energy to write this fanfic if I focus on it.

Anyways, thanks for reading and please review for ideas and criticisms. Thanks!