However, it finally came to her realization that Gilgamesh had been quite patient with her. His self control had always been lacking in such an area, and she had seen it on the battlefield before. “You may not ever be if you don't accept a gift from me sooner or later, Saber.” His voice was low, showing a restrained anger that Arthuria knew he would not be able to keep back for long. “I am not your wife yet, Archer!” Arthuria argued, and was about to say more, but was cut off by an angered glare from the side from Gilgamesh as he stopped in his tracks. “Tch.” Gilgamesh scowled, before turning around and beginning to walk over to the wardrobe at the other end of the bedroom. “Those situations are not alike at all!” Arthuria shouted, her face turning red as her emerald eyes blazed with anger. Is that not the same as a ring or a pair of earrings hindering your ability to fight?” “Oh? And what if I refuse you in the ways that you have been refusing me? It would hinder my image if I allowed my future queen to go to an event with me without being a little dressed up. Gilgamesh frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “You are the most infuriating man I've ever met!” Arthuria stood up quickly, though was even more frustrated when she could not fully meet the eyes of her intended – he was more than a foot taller than her and it was more than aggravating. You cannot refuse what you cannot see or do not know about.” “You are more observant than I was hoping. The King of Heroes looked slightly disappointed. “Did you put gems in my hair without my permission?” she asked, her tone warning of a verbal beating coming Gilgamesh's way. She frowned, before whipping her head back around to glare up at her future husband. That was until that when she turned her head back to look at Gilgamesh, she noticed a shine coming from her locks in the mirror that made her take a second glance. And from what Arthuria could tell in the mirror, it looked like a simple french braid, and she was satisfied. Not nearly extravagant enough for the future bride of a King such as myself, but I suppose it will do,” Gilgamesh replied, though despite his comment he seemed content with what he had done. “And how does it look?” she asked, trying to glance back in the mirror to see what he had done. But Arthuria swallowed her anger, turning around in her seat to face him. “There, I'm finished.” He cut her off, only increasing Arthuria's annoyance as he stepped back, looking over his completed work. ![]() If this weren't about you refusing all of my engagement gifts to you, I might be amused by this,” Gilgamesh muttered before going back to work on her hair, but not before giving her ahoge a quick tug. That does not mean that those earrings will not be a problem in the future.” “You do a lot of unwise things like that. “I have always worn earrings in battle and they have never caused me any problems,” Gilgamesh retorted, taking a hand away from his fiancee's hair to gesture at the golden jewelry hanging from his ears. Also, if someone pulled on them in battle, they could very well rip through my earlobe!” ![]() And while the earrings were beautiful, they'd only get stuck in my hair. “Holding Excalibur and wearing my gauntlets with such a large gem in the way is nearly impossible. “That is because you are picking gifts that will only burden me,” Arthuria argued, her fist tightening at her side. “Every kind of engagement gift I have attempted to give you, you have vehemently refused.” Gilgamesh sounded annoyed, his ruby eyes narrowing at her before taking the pin out of his mouth, and placing it neatly in her hair. “Or is this perhaps about the sapphire earrings?” “He told me once that the woman I'd one day choose to wife would be very talented in refusing me.” “Yes, indeed,” Gilgamesh said, before reaching over her to grab a hairpin from the surface of the vanity, before placing it in his mouth and speaking around it. She was sitting down on an upholstered ottoman in front of an expansive golden vanity, a gift from the man who was currently running his fingers through her golden locks, styling it into something she could not yet see. Arthuria's emerald gaze moved to look at her intended through the vanity mirror in front of her.
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