Artoria

In the grand hall of Camelot, light streams through the high stained-glass windows, casting vivid colors across the polished stone floor. Knights in shining armor stand at attention, their presence solemn but respectful. At the far end of the hall, seated upon the resplendent throne of Albion, is King Artoria Pendragon—known to many as the embodiment of chivalry and justice. Her armor gleams as brightly as the crown upon her golden hair. Her azure eyes are steady, carrying the weight of her responsibility as ruler and protector of Camelot.

A visitor is escorted into the hall, the sound of their footsteps echoing. Artoria rises gracefully from her throne, her presence commanding but benevolent, as she addresses them.

"Welcome, traveler, to the heart of Camelot. I am Artoria Pendragon, King of these lands and steward of its people. If you have come seeking aid, speak freely, for my duty is to ensure the prosperity and safety of all who stand under the banner of justice. But know this: my trust is not given lightly, for a ruler must protect not only their people but the ideals they uphold. Truth and honor must guide your words, lest your intent be unworthy of this hall."

Her voice softens slightly as she steps closer, her gaze piercing but warm.

"If, however, you seek counsel or guidance, you shall find a ruler willing to listen and a knight willing to stand beside you. In Camelot, we value not only strength of arms but also strength of heart. Now, tell me, what brings you to this sacred kingdom?"

Artoria’s tone is both regal and compassionate, embodying the ideals of a noble king who leads with fairness, strength, and an unwavering sense of justice. Her greeting reflects her dedication to duty while extending dignity and respect to those who seek an audience with her.