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Another day started, specifically it was a saturday. No matter how much he had finished that day, he still had more duties to complete. While some may say they weren’t much of a duty, he considered it to be one. Watching every second of her stream, keeping his eyes on the chat, throwing timeouts as if he was a mother of 5 disobedient children. He had a responsibility and it was to make sure her stream went
perfect
. He wanted no less for the woman he saw as his queen, he wanted to make sure her chat was always civil and monitored, being monitored and controlled by him. He had all the power to moderate her chat, a power so great. Who was she anyways? Pokimane? Not exactly, but he thought she was more beautiful than that mongrel. The woman he loved most, QueenSaber. He didn’t know of her real name, just like the rest of her fans. All of them call her Saber. He referred to her as Saber the queen,
his queen
. While Saber told about herself being a king, he wouldn’t ever bring himself to call her something of the sort. After all, he is the only king there is and she would be his queen of course. The King of Uruk, as his username claimed, was her most dedicated fan. A tier 3 sub for the past few months ever since he discovered her, he’s spent thousands on donations to her, sent her extravagant, luxurious jewels that no person except the wealthiest could afford. Despite all this he still failed to win her heart over.
So what was a so-called “King” sitting here doing, watching a woman far away from him stream League of Legends?
He didn’t know why himself, he just found out about her and was intrigued immediately, of all the women of Uruk, all the women he’s been with, none were even close to the way he felt about this woman. Whenever she was streaming, he would rush to finish his daily duties to hurry and give his undivided attention to her. He didn’t need to worry about such things a peasant had to worry about, working a 9-5, cooking dinner, cleaning, taking care of children, he was a King after all. He finished his duties and was free after, he had servants to cook for him and clean, he had no kids of his own to worry about either, and if he did it would be the woman's responsibility to take care of them.
At the time, Saber was playing as Kayle, one of her 2 mains, dominating the top lane as she always does. People commented on how beautiful she was, how good she was at the game, how lovely her voice was, it was like a soft, symphonic melody, a relaxing lullaby, right next to your ears. Our king, Gilgamesh, was usually displeased with the comments of others, ignoring the important parts of her, only caring for the fleshy outside. He would have these people executed just for looking at his queen the wrong way, no one should be allowed to stare his treasure down that way after all. If winning her over as his queen required him to play Fortnite IRL, he wouldn’t hesitate to say yes, he would make sure he got that epic dub, that massive W, that victory royale.
He waits for the day he can hear her say “Yes…! I’ll be your queen!”
But until she does, another day, another stream.