Lancer Padoru

By Major Mike Powell III

Artoria Lancer idly tapped her armored index finger on the armrest of her beautiful throne bathed in holy light. She had a slight smile on her face and her beautiful green gaze was seemingly lost in the ether.

She shifted, moving one thick, blue-and-gold stocking-clad leg, elegantly crossing it over the other, her side skirt shifting to show a glimpse of smooth thigh.

"...padoru...padoruuu...~" She couldn't help but let slip.

Suddenly, she honest-to-goodness blushed as the eyes of all of her knights standing on either side of her throne turned to her.

"...Your Highness?" Gawain ventured forth, leaning closer since he was the closest to her throne, all his fellow Knights giving him a "You go first" look.

"...yes, Sir Gawain?" Artoria Lancer shifted again, this time moving her armored hand up to her silky bang over the left side of her flawless face...that had some slight dusting of pink on her cheeks. She fiddled with her blonde locks there.

"Did you just-"

"Just your festive imagination, Sir Gawain." Artoria immediately cut him off, looking off to the side.

"Pretty sure I-"

"You're imagining things. You took a good hit on that joust for the festivities yesterday."

"...yes...I...I do believe I did. I'm likely imagining things, Your Majesty. Apologies." Gawain knew better than to ask further. He felt dirty eyes on him and he quickly turned to Tristan, Agravain, Lancelot and Mordred giving him matching deadpan looks.

Then, Mordred gave the blonde big man a shit-eating grin.

"...padoru~padoruuuu..." Artoria Lancer tapped her thigh again with her index finger.

The Knights of the Round Table suppressed an undignified groan except Mordred, who put her helmet up to try and stifle her chuckles and dumb grin.

The holiday spirit lingered on.

~The End~

If Nero gets to Padoru, so too does Artoria Lancer! Thanks for reading~! Happy holidays~!