A knight. England finally smirked and raised his head to look at her. His amused look disguised the fact that he was still shaken; his eyes were glassy, as though he were about to cry. It was emotional for him. He only hoped that Saber would believe him when he told her who he was, because if she didn't, he would feel like a fool.
"I'm not a knight," he said as he studied her face. There were some similarities, he supposed, to the boy King he'd known. "I am known to some as Albion. Britain. The Land of Angels, Angeln. The country of England." He dropped his head again, letting out a silent sigh. Now he could only wait.
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"I'm not a knight," he said as he studied her face. There were some similarities, he supposed, to the boy King he'd known. "I am known to some as Albion. Britain. The Land of Angels, Angeln. The country of England." He dropped his head again, letting out a silent sigh. Now he could only wait.