Mordred - Fate/stay night - Wallpapers

Mordred's Oath of Passion: A Night of Unveiled Desire and Profound Connection with Her Master

The night air, usually crisp and biting, held an unusual softness as it drifted through the half-open window of the secluded study. Mordred, the Knight of Treachery, or perhaps more accurately, the Saber of Red, sat by the hearth, not in her battle-worn armor, but in a simple tunic and breeches, the faint glow of the embers dancing across the taut lines of her shoulders and the faint, honorable scars that adorned her skin. The day's skirmish had been won, the immediate threat quelled, yet a restless energy still hummed beneath her skin.