A golden opportunity fit for a king. (Private to bitchcraft

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[Marriage. Such a thing that is truly a ridiculous notion to even think of unless there was a woman truly worthy of his twisted form of 'love' and 'affections'. But even still, its not like Gilgamesh ever thought about dismissing such an invitation for this arrangement.

Even though they aren't related by blood, this was an arrangement brought to his brother-like friend, Enkidu. Of course, the Lancer Servant going through great leaps and bounds to convince the Golden King to at least consider on paying his potential bride a visit before passing judgment. And were it any other man, he would have done so already.

And adding to the fact that this woman is also a unique mage of sorts also caught his attention. Perhaps another magus after the Holy Grail? Heh... what a foolish goal, but still entertaining all the same. And that's what truly brings the King of Heroes right before the blonde haired woman before him in their private meeting room: Curiosity and a thirst for entertainment.

The room seemed to be fancy in itself. A crystal chandelier, red and golden color themed furniture from the curtains to the cushioned chairs he seats himself on, and black lacquered wooden table with golden etchings of lions and eagles carved in every corner and legs being the only thing separating the two of them. Eventually a hand hovers over the table before a bright glowing ripple appears and slowly descends a bottle of wine and two wine golden glasses, allowing the king to indulge himself to a nice drink and his... guest as well. For now.]

I shall tell you now that I am a man with very little patience. My time is precious and I do not like it to be wasted. [And a small sip from his glass and letting the other filled glass float on over to her side.] So tell me, witch. Why should I even consider the notion of having you be my woman? I have no need for magic tricks or any cheap glamour to entertain me... and other than that, I seem to have little information or interest about you. So do try to change that.

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[bitchcraft]

[ Breathe, Beatrice. Patience brings all good things. She'll cross her legs in her seat, fully dressed in the black and gold gown of the Golden witch, drawing smoke through her pipe before letting it pass through her lips. She is here to tame an ancient king, but he couldn't be aware of it. Arrogant as he was, there was value in him that made her keep her seat and hold her tongue, at least for this moment. ]

I believe you and I have more to offer each other than mere parlor tricks could buy. Rest assured, I'm an independent person, and I do not offer myself so freely, to any hand.

You are a king, are you not? Have you ever given thought to securing your legacy?

[ She can't believe that this is what she comes to him, for. She cannot deny, as the Golden Witch, this king is likely the most compatible person for her-- to match her prowess and cunning and to hold domain over everything that shines with gold. Though she was originally created from love, she has no reason to chase those dreams anymore-- power, however, is more than welcome, and she won't go without chasing that. ]

I am the Golden, Endless Witch, Beatrice. All I touch turns to gold, and infinity is my domain. I am not a fighter, like you-- true... even if I've indulged the battlefield before, but I have infinity at my mercy and as fun as it is, it's starting to grow... droll. I won't ask for you for companionship... we both know that's a waste of time here.

[ She picks up the wine glass, swirls it a little. ]

But I think I offer considerable... beneficial arrangements for the both of us.