I felt like I was in heaven when I first met her. Both our father's companies, were quite a big topic people in Britain discussed a lot. I had just came back from a trip from Britain, France, and Russia.

Since I was getting older, my father had an idea that I inherit the companies. Once his time on earth passes by, I didn't mind traveling with him.

Means I got to get out the house, and not walk around the empty quiet mansion. Casually having servants and maids walk by, another reason was from me to talk to more people.

Once my mother passed, I stopped being social and kinda isolated myself from feeling emotions. I made myself feel numb, it was a defense mechanism but also a coping one as well.

Father had another meet, with another wealthy man in Britain. He asked if I come, to meet his daughter who was a year younger than me.

I shrugged my shoulders, and dragged my feet to the car. I wasn't dressed super fancy, but just enough to where I look somewhat nice.

Once we made it to the mansion, and met the man along with his daughter. I become nervous looking at her, her bright, clean, silky blonde hair was neatly tied back into a bun.

Her bright green eyes stared at me with just as much as curiosity as me. I gulped, building up my courage. "Nice to meet you, I'm (Y/N) (L/N)."

I remember my voice being the same back then, but not as raspy as present. Her hands neatly rested in front of her body, she resembled a perfect princess.

She was kind, responsible, respectful, and well mannered. She pulled a small smile, and shakes my hand back. Her skin was soft, smooth, along with being warm.

"I'm Artoria Pendragon."

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"And...that's! How your parents met!" Dad finishes the story with a big smile. Mordred giggled, resting against the big white dog that looked a lot like a wolf.

I shake my head, holding my hot coco. "I can't believe you remembered all of it, memory by memory." My father smiled, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

"Of course I did! It's how my little daughter fell in love with my daughter in law!" I sigh, pushing his arm off my shoulder. "Mama, I didn't know you were rich?" I pulled my attention away from my old man.

"Yeah...but me and your other grandfather, don't really talk a lot." Now, it was my dad's turn to ask the question.

"You and Uthur don't talk anymore, why?" I looked between my father and girlfriend. Artoria looked down at her coffee, you could see the sadness in her eyes. That usually shined bright, something I noticed that Mordred has.

"He..he stopped talking to me, once he found out I was dating (Y/N). He said that not only he wanted a son and not a daughter, but I was a disgrace to the family because I was dating the same gender."

I knew her dad was homophobic, that's why when we started dating. We kept us being together a secret, it was mostly because of her dad. My dad was cool about it, he practically knew I was into women when I was in middle school.

God, thinking about the memory is making me cringe. I remembered it like it was yesterday, how my dad caught me sneaking Artoria in though the back door in the middle of the night.

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It was around 10ish, like 10:30 or so. I was doing homework, since I had nothing better to do. My father was in his office, doing his own paperwork.

The mansion was dark along with the eerie silence, I dropped my pencil and stretched my arms back. Hearing all my bones crack, I got up and headed down to grab a bottle of water.

I walked down the flight of stairs, yawning. I walked into the dark kitchen, I stuffed one of my hands in my (F/C) hoodie as I opened the fridge.

The light hit my face, making my eyes squint slightly. I grabbed the closest water bottle, and closed the fridge. But, as soon as I turned around.

I saw a face flushed up against the back door. "MOTHERFUCKER! WHAT THE FUCK IS OUTSIDE?!" I screamed, throwing the water bottle at the door. Making the cap pop off, now there's water all over the door and floor.

I pushed myself up against the counter, and grabbed a random kitchen knife and got into a fighting stance. The person started laughing, which made me arch a brow.

I steadily walked towards the door, and saw Artoria outside on the concrete in a crouching position. While holding her stomach, and having her other hand over her mouth.

I opened the door and leaned against the frame. With the knife still in my hand, "Are you trying to piss on my property?" I ask, making the blonde laugh even more harder.

After a good two minutes, she finally stops laughing. Leaving her panting for air, "You're reaction was priceless. Who throws a water bottle at the door, when they see a random person." I roll my eyes at her words.

"Yeah, yeah. We get it, I freaked out and threw a water bottle at you." I turn around to put the knife back, and turn back around to see the blonde walk in.

"Pendragon! What are you doing?! Get out of my house!" I whispered at her, yelling quietly and nicely at her. Artoria crosses her arms and slightly glared at me, "(L/N), why else do you think I'm here."

I stared at her, kinda dumbfounded. "To..uh scare me..?" I even question my own answer, she walks up to me pulling me down to her height to kiss me.

"To obviously see you, duh." She whispered against my lips. Her hot breathe making me shiver, but our moment was ruined when the kitchen light turned on.

We both turned to look at my dad, who looked more dumbfounded and shock that I've ever seen in my life. I started sweating, "Hey..paps" I did a little wave towards him.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He just pointed a finger at the both of us.

"Who knew my daughter had a thing with making out with the Pendragon's daughter. In the kitchen, in the dark."

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I lightly chuckle at myself from the memory. After I got caught, my dad was cool about it and actually kinda caught on that me and Artoria were a thing.

Everyone turned to me, all confused. "What you laughing about?" I shake my head at my dad's question. "Nothing, just remembering funky memories from my childhood." My dad grinned at me, and turned back towards the blondes and continued his story he was telling.

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"And...I win." My dad grumbled throwing his Uno cards at me. I laughed, collecting the ones he threw at me. "I told to not throw them, the dog could try and pick them up." Just as soon as I said that, I caught Cavall sniffing one of the blue cards.

"Hey!" Cavall looked up at me, and moved away from the thin object. I picked it off the floor, and started putting them neatly in one big stack.

My dad cleared his throat, grabbing my attention away from the deck of cards. "You're a great parent figure, you know that right?" I just simply shrugged my shoulders at his question.

"I mean...I feel like in a way, I'm not being good enough. You know?" The old man smiled from across the table. "No worries, I felt the same way when you were born, but your mother helped me a lot." I pulled a small smile, along with a chuckle.

"That child..Mordred." I arched a brow, at his sudden change of tone. "Yeah?" I questioned, "That kid is just like you. Is being raised without her real biological father to see her grow, your mother saw your growth. But...just had to leave us when you were young."

I pulled my gaze down onto the table, apparently the lines and cravings of the wooden table is more interesting than staring at my father eye to eye.

"Yeah, I could see it. Or more like I can see it, but that's why I'm going to try my damn hardest to raise this kid. To the best of my abilities, and make sure she doesn't go though the same shit I went though."

I pulled my attention away from the coffee table, and gave a determined face. My father smiled, putting a strong hand on my shoulder.

"I know you will, I have no doubt you'll be a great parent."