[center][h1][color=Pink][b]Queen Medb[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][h3][i]Chaldea[/i], [i]Canteen[/i][/h3][/center]

The life of a commoner- that of the citizenry. What a weird and macabre life that was. A lifestyle like that, definitely wasn't one aligned to a monarch like her, who belonged solely on the battlefield. 

The strength of the nation was something that protected those rabble, after all. And her lifestyle and way of being had always been one of war. It didn't matter if it was in the bedroom, grassy fields, court, or the hills of Ulster. Taking all the valuables, ensuring the next generation, and becoming the origin for the 'strength of the nation'. 

That was what it meant to be the Eternal Lady. 

So . . .

Being attached to just one, singular, person. That was a 'world' 'Archer' never thought she'd tread into. If she had allowed herself to be summoned by that poor attempt at Annwn's Cauldron based on how interesting the result would be, she had succeeded. 

Which, she had. Perhaps in another incarnation she would be interested in taking the thing for herself, but this time-

No, that was a thought for another day. She had finally arrived at the canteen. The self-proclaimed Queen certainly held the aura of one, both in physical practicality and spirit. Her clothing was like a regalia, her stride flanked by a intern with a rather stoic look to him. He fit the usual profile of the men Archer enjoyed- something not uncommon within Chaldea itself. This was an organization dedicated to saving the world, so passable enough braves were to be found here and there, even among a sea of bland and uninteresting technicians. 

She smiled at her fellow servants as she entered, though not in any particularly personal or offensive way. It was nothing more than pleasantry, a gesture intended for no particular person not unlike like her royal stride, or the odd wink she gave out to the various masses. That was, after all, the essence of what it meant to be a diva- though to those Medb found interest in, she would make a special exception to that rule.

As for those exceptions. . . Among the summoned Servants and assembled masters, she was quite pleased with all of them. Though, not good enough to contemplate those plus points. Perhaps when she spoke to them and they did something remotely appealing, like a cute smile, or a defiant response. For now, all her interest was devoted toward her master, at least seemingly. Devotion. . . that probably wasn't the right word, but it'd do well enough for now.

[color=Pink]"It would be easier to find me if we shared a bed, Master."[/color] She overemphasized that final word a teensy bit beyond comfort, though not in a particularly unseemly or lewd way. There was no shred of indignation or agitation within it, either. It seemed that her current incarnation was receptive enough to Charlotte's authority. 

[color=Pink]"But distance play like this is fine every once in awhile, too."[/color] Exasperation far too elegant to be called fake, yet practiced and artificial all the same. This was the very essence of one who could be called lewd and pure in the same breath. Not unlike both her body and the rare inviting gesture, her pouty words could melt a mans heart in an instant. 

[color=Pink][i]"For example. If I'm practicing my riding techniques, I can always notify you beforehand. That way there won't be any confusion about what I'm doing, or where, or who."[/i][/color] It seemed she had caught the tail end of Daniel's words, and not to her masters benefit. At least, from a certain point of view. 

She smirked as she contacted her master over their shared connection, though it didn't come off especially lewd- more amused, than anything. After all, she was a woman with some amount of tact.

Well, when she felt like it anyway. 

Her deceleration finished, the intern tried to return to his 'job', mumbling some irrelevant excuses about the rayshift- but Medb redirected him back to where he belonged with one wordless glance. She wasn't just a lewd person, but also a Queen with utter and complete authority. If she could dominate even Heroes, an intern was hopeless. It wasn't in Queen Medb's character to allow a possession to slip her grasp before she had thoroughly made use of it. 

With that said.

Archer stood uncomfortably close to her master, a fact that wouldn't change until they reached time for the rayshift. Existing alongside her diva-esque personality, a calm 'feeling' always seemed to follow in her wake. It wasn't unlike a good scent- akin to a recently mowed lawn at the height of summer, or something along those lines. This was certainly the sort of calming presence authority gave off, but perhaps it went beyond even that and reached into the realm of motherly. It was. . .weird.

While in the canteen itself, she would take no effort in finding a seat. Charlotte had already completed her meal in the first place- and to go even further, Archer had already eaten quite a large meal just before coming. As rude as that was, she was the Queen in this relationship- Medb would do as she wanted, when she wanted. 

Besides. The only time Medb ate a lot was when she got frustrated. And that wasn't good for her figure, unchanging form or not.

It was more a matter of mentality when it came to that, you know? Losing her cutting edge as a beauty would mean she'd lose the cutting edge of braves.

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