Dear Diarmuid,

I greet you again, how do you fare? Is Uruk treating you well? Have you found a lovely young girl that is keeping you occupied? I mean, I guess that must be so since you never write anymore. I hope she also treats you well, my knight.

Mordred is growing quite well. Morgana is a nice mother to have, and Mordred still prefers to play with me. As my ward, I teach him quite a lot of things and we started prepping him to be a warrior. I am aware he is only five, but it is still nice to have a little boy swinging a wooden sword about. I'll tell you a secret, I usually let him win so as to make him happy.

The Saxons have been trying to make advances throughout this past year, as mentioned, and they do not seem to be growing tired, but my people are. Some are even questioning my rule, as I have come to realize. There fore, Morgana has been itching for me to meet a suitor, and well… that hasn't gone so well. She says an alliance will be beneficial, but I disagree. As the King, I have quite a lot of power and I tell her many times over that I am strong enough—that Camelot is strong enough—to fight them off, but she disagrees.

I have to meet with another suitor today… The Kingdom wants an heir and that requires for me to get a man. Morgana has introduced me to a fair share of fine men already—as I have written to you— but they are either too old or cocky for my taste. Although, there was a nice young man from the Japanese Empire (Took him nearly a year to arrive in Camelot). He had no status, though, and thus I could not marry him. He was quite honorable as yourself. Violet hair—a little richer than Lancelot's; that almost looked blue—tied back and falling to his waist. His eyes were a shiny blue, they almost looked like those sapphires on my crown. Good man that he was… But nothing compared to you.

Most probable is that I will still be suitor-less by the end of the day. Morgana will want to stop making me meet suitors, Merlin will complain that the people are waiting for an heir and I will stay in my chambers having to flirt with documents instead.

But I still think of you and wait for you.

Waiting, hoping you come back, maybe someday soon.

With love,

King Arturia Pendragon

The blonde female looked down at the letter after she signed her name and then sat back on her chair. He had practically stopped writing to her after the third year, but she always kept writing, hoping that one day he too would send a letter. She usually talked about sparing and the silly pranks that Gawain pulled on her or the little things that Bedivere did to make her life easier. She would even send him letters of Lancelot and Guinevere; things she missed about them, the stuff she loved the most.

There was a light knock on her door and Arturia allowed the disturbance. A beautiful female entered the room, hair flowing like a golden waterfall to her waist with braids and jewels adorning it. She wore a white dress with flower prints and took a step closer to the other female, "Writing another letter?" She spoke.

Arturia turned towards her friend and nodded, "I'm still hopeful."

"It has been two entire years, Arturia. You have to let him go." Iseult knelt in front of the king, "If he has not written back, he does not deserve your love."

The king smiled sorrowfully and shrugged, "I wished him all the best, he should be here by now anyway; and if he is not it is because he has a better life there."

Iseult took her friend's hand, "Alright, well then, let us go to meet your suitor."

"Who am I supposed to meet today?" Arturia asked as she was being dragged out of her room by her trusty friend.

The beautiful Irishwoman groaned, "Oh! Can you believe it? Morgana will not tell me. She keeps saying that it is a secret."

"Are they here as of yet?"

"No, they'll be a little late, as Morgana says, but I hope they will arrive today."

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"Tell me again of my older brother?" The young boy sat at the edge of the carriage's seat attentively looking at his personal guard.

The man smiled and shrugged, "He used to call me dog, said I seemed like one. Even when he saved my life; but, it was more of a compliment then," he laughed.

"Dog, huh? Can I call you that too, Diarmuid?" The blond boy grinned.

Diarmuid laughed and then gave a shrug, "Only if you promise to say it in a nice way and not make it offensive."

The boy nodded excitedly and then looked out the window, "When are we getting there, this is boring! My guard dog. The prince's guard dog."

"Let's play a game then, yes?"

The prince nodded his head at the man before him and clapped his hands together. "What kind of game?"

"I think of something and then you have twenty questions to guess what it may be." Diarmuid explained, "If you guess it by the twentieth or before, you win. If you don't guess by the twenty questions, I win. Simple, yes?"

"Very!" The boy clapped his hands. He was a little childish and innocent for the age of a twelve-year-old boy, as was expected of any royal child that basically grew up alone. Diarmuid had helped him get over many things, the loss of his brother, his anti-social nature and his anxiety. The young prince looked up to the Irishman quite a bit now and he loved how the other talked about his brother.

"They can only be yes or no questions; the category I choose is Animals." Diarmuid smiled and looked out the window, satisfied to see familiar rolling hills and plain lands.

The boy's questions began to pour out as he tried to figure out the animal that the older male had picked. The carriage ride was filled with questions and answers until the boy guessed the animal and they switched turns. It was only until sun down that the carriage slowed to a complete stop and the dark-haired male looked out the window.

A smile grew on his lips as he saw the familiar castle walls. "We have finally arrived." He spoke as he turned to the blond male. He felt his heart swell and he could feel himself become nervous.

The prince stood from the seat and stretched, "Thank goodness! My butt was starting to numb," he laughed and the older of the two joined him. He looked out the carriage's window and took note of the huge brick castle before him. Since it was starting to get dark, a lot of torches had been lit to bring life to the palace.

Diarmuid helped the boy down from the carriage, as he was to do, and then fixed the twelve year-old's attire so he seemed presentable and not as if he had been sitting in a carriage for almost two months since they had gotten to Provence. It had taken them nearly four months to arrive, but the long ride was worth it, though the desert was not Diarmuid's favourite part of the trip.

The young boy waited patiently until Diarmuid was finished fixing him up and he stood still for the king of the foreign kingdom to greet them. He had heard a lot about this king from Diarmuid, and he had also said that Gilgamesh looked up to him in some way of sorts, but little Ko-Giru would always love to meet people that his brother befriended.

Ko looked up at Diarmuid and saw the nervous demeanour that he held, but also the glint in his eyes that he was so expectant, as if someone he loved so dearly would walk out of the big birch doors and descend the stairs to greet them. The little boy let his gaze drift back up to the castle doors again and he took note of the architecture—it was very different from Uruk. He had noticed that the other country they had passed by had similar structures, but there was more people around there. Diarmuid said that it was because Francia was warmer than Logres, and so the boy did take note of the changing attire as they neared the Island Kingdom.

The big doors were opened and a female with dark hair started to descend the stone stairs, her purple dress following in her tracks and leaving a short trail of fabric behind her. The little crowned prince looked up at Diarmuid, expecting to see him star struck, but instead he just held a courteous smile on his lips. Why isn't he happy to see her? The boy asked himself whilst he directed his attention back to the beautiful woman. Her dress was different than what other Urukian women wore, it was much more heavy and the colours were dark, her skin was also very pale.

Once the female had reached them, she gave a deep bow, "Welcome, my dear Prince of Uruk. I am very pleased and honoured that you have come all this way," she had a smile on red lips and her eyes were so beautiful; a pastel green.

"Thank you for inviting us. I am so very happy to see you, Lady Morgana," he stopped short and thought about it, hoping she was the one that sent the letter, "My father has sent with me many things for my brother." He spoke, "And so I hope that we are able to make his grave a little more Babylonian."

Morgana smiled, "Of course, my prince." She gave a nod, "There is a banquet awaiting you, my prince, and your guard," her eyes glanced at Diarmuid, "We have also prepared some food for your servants as this must have been the longest trip that both your highness and your people have taken. We have also prepared your chambers and our servants will take your belongings there right this instant." As she finished her sentence, maids and butlers stepped towards the carriage, "If you would follow me, my prince, I can direct you to a bath where you can freshen up. We also prepared some clothing for you as we know that Uruk holds a different climate than Camelot."

"Oh yes," the prince smiled, "Diarmuid has said so. Well, thank you for the hospitality." He then followed after the woman with Diarmuid on his right to keep an eye on him.

"It is very different here, isn't it, Diarmuid?" The little boy perked up to see the tall man as he cleaned him up.

Diarmuid chuckled a little, "It is, but do you like it, my prince?"

Ko-Giru nodded, "Yes, it is very interesting here, but the weather is not as I had wished it to be. I still prefer the warmth of Uruk. What happened to the woman you love? Wasn't it this one? You did not seem so excited when she met us…"

The Irishman sighed, "Is that why you were looking at me so attentively, my prince?"

The boy nodded, slipping out of the tub, "It wasn't this one, was it? But this woman was very beautiful; I really love her eyes. She reminded me of a porcelain doll; her skin is very pale." He began to dry himself with a white cloth that had been provided, while Diarmuid prepared his clothing so that he would help him into them.

"Lady Morgana is the sister of the one I always go on about, she is not as tall as the Lady Morgana and her hair is actually the colour that of gold." Diarmuid had a smile on his lips, one that the young prince recognized as the one that his guard always had when he talked about the mystery woman.

Upon being completely dry, Diarmuid helped the young prince into the stiff and heavy clothes that Camelot had to offer, "What are these?" The blond male asked.

"Trousers, my prince. Everyone in the Northern countries wear them."

"You were wearing something similar to this when you arrived in Uruk, correct? Although not as heavy," the boy commented while the other male helped him into the white coat with intricate gold designs.

"Yes, I will be changing into my combat attire in a short while as you wait with one of Camelot's Guards." After the young prince had been properly dressed and prepared fro the banquet dinner, Diarmuid met with on of Camelot's Knights of the Round and let '''' stay with him while he changed. It wasn't long before Diarmuid returned in his green outfit—the one that '''' had seen on him the first time they met.

The knight—one Diarmuid was not familiar with—led them to the banquet hall and opened the door for them. Upon stepping inside, Diarmuid saw the many torches that lit the dinning room and the many decorations it held, he heard the herald announce his current master and watched as everyone at the table rose from their seat. His amber eyes skimmed the table a few times but he did not see the King.

The people at the table turned to their right and gave a bow, Diarmuid and Ko followed in the action as they saw a short blond female with a royal blue dress enter the room. Diarmuid's eyes lit up and the corners of his lips tilted upwards as he felt his heart skip a beat.

"Prince Ko-Giru of Uruk, it is an honour to meet you. I am Arturia Pendragon, the King of Camelot." She bowed a little in respect and the little boy smiled.

"You are the king," he repeated it to himself so that he let it sink in without seeming confused, "You are a very beautiful King."

Arturia smiled, "Thank you, my dear prince; you are very handsome yourself. Would you like to sit and eat?" She signalled at the table and then led him towards his seat. She seated the young boy and turned about only to face Diarmuid. Her green eyes flickered to the seat next to the boy and she walked across the room to her own afterwards.

"I would like to make a toast," she lifted her grail and everyone did as well, "For the Prince of Uruk." She had a sweet smile on her lips and the little boy took a liking to the female king right away. The table repeated her words and the young prince gave a short smile before everyone took a sip of their wine.

Arturia lifted a pale hand and a small band began to play and fill the dining hall with music as the maids set the food on the table. People began to speak with one other and Arturia was the first to begin eating. Her eyes had landed on the prince across from her and the man to his right. It had been years since she had seen him, and she was tempted to wrap her harms around him, but she kept her head held high as if she was not thinking about it.

The fiddle filled the space around them and Ko-Giru was impressed with the music, as it too was different than the one back home, it was lovely and he enjoyed it greatly. His eyes drifted to his guard and he saw the look in his eye—one he had never seen before, one that was filled with love. The boy followed the older male's gaze towards the king and he gave a smile upon noticing that she was the mystery woman Diarmuid always spoke of.

Ko took a bite out of his food and took another for the taste was good and he had fallen in love with quite a bit of things that Camelot had to offer. His goblet had been refilled after he had finished the wine and he took another sip of the alcohol; it too was very tasty. The boy sat up straight after feeling a short discomfort in his stomach, his red eyes fell upon his guard as he felt something warm trickle down from his nose and his vision blurred, "Dia—"

~Author's Note~

Hello and welcome to Fate/Stained Knight's Sequel you've all been waiting for (or not)!

I hope you all enjoy it and (of course) there will be more Romance in this one haha...

*Ko-Giru literally means "Child-Gil" in Japanese. I am not creative with Babylonian names so that will do for Gilgamesh's baby brother (I personally like it haha)

Sincerely, Once again,

~Ms. AtomicBomb