Heaven's Feeling – 13

Naruto looked at his King for a bit before kneeling back down and placed the weapon by his side.

"I did say that if I could defeat you, I could be King… but I don't think a King lie in physical prowess alone. I have surpassed you, I'm stronger that you right now, but even so, I still wished to serve under you, I admired you and your ideals… but," Naruto looked at his King, who wiped some blood from her face.

"You live your entire life believing that becoming a King meant no longer being human, which I disagreed. You bleed; therefore, you are human. How can one rule others if one does not understand the heart of those that they govern? NO ONE IS BORN AS A KING! THEY GROW INTO ONE THROUGH THE SUPPORT AND SACRIFICE OF OTHERS!"

Naruto shouted angrily.

Arturia's eyes widened a little, just a little as her blade shaken in her grip.

She was raised to believed she was King, and that as King, she would automatically gain the support of others.

But Naruto implied that it was the reverse.

Only through the supports of others that she was granted that title.

She remembered back to all those who sacrificed themselves on the battlefield, and the faces of her enemies who begged for mercy.

She swallowed her heart and ended their lives without remorse.

They were her enemies, and they must be killed so why should she care?

"Do what you must, my King," Naruto said as he turned his eyes back toward the floor.

"Why… Why… don't you ask for forgiveness? Why do you not ask for mercy…" Arturia asked with some shakiness in her voice.

She walked toward the blond, but Naruto didn't look up at her.

"I will not. I should have died on that day when you about to strike me down, if this life was spared back then, then it still belongs to you now, and you can take it away whenever you so desire," Naruto stated flatly as Arturia's eyes filled with something.

She swung her blade down, separating a few hairs' tip off the top of the blond's head.

Excalibur smashed into the marble floor, shaking the ground a little.

"Why….If you would ask for it… I would have granted it… why you want to die and leave me… I am your King, you should serve me with your all... why do everyone leave me… am I not a good King?"

Arturia mumbled sadly as she dragged her sword away and slowly toward her cold, empty throne.

"No, you are a good King, but there also an emotional component to ruling, you should have shown some feeling when sentence other to death, if you do not, how are you different than an emotionless blade or a knife?"

Arturia sat back on her throne.

She didn't know what to do for the first time since her coronation.

Everything was so clear in the beginning, but now…

She kept watching the Knight before her.

She couldn't let him go unpunished, but she couldn't kill him either.

She had hesitated… It was a strange feeling.