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Fate/Stay night: My Wife, King Arthur

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"Are you my knight?" the silver-haired boy asked, smiling at the blonde girl before him. This was their meeting when they were ten years old. "Are you my bride?" Gently embracing the blonde girl, his companion for ten years, the boy questioned yet affirmed. This was the story of eighteen. "Are you my king?" Half-kneeling at the throne, he looked up and smiled at the girl holding the Sword of Victory. The boy's smile was the same as the boy's ten years ago. "I can be without eyes, but you, and all of Camelot, cannot be without eyes." With a smile, he forever gave his eyes to the girl, who had lost them due to the red dragon's curse. The boy had no regrets. This was twenty-five years of happiness. "So, Arthur? Pen? Dragon? Artoria, King of Knights, young lady, will you... walk with me for life?" Smiling, he extended his hand to the girl, and the silver-haired boy asked the same question two thousand five hundred years later. This was a bond that had lasted two thousand five hundred years.
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