The King’s Treasure, The Knight’s Master

A short CYOA for Diarmuid and Gilgamesh of the Fate series (and my OTP rarepair).
OR author wanted to try her hand at making a CYOA and also wanted more Diarmuid/Gilgamesh content, so this was born.
1/3 ROUTES COMPLETED.

Chapter 1 Chapter Text

	(Sunshine passes through the curtains, bathing Gilgamesh in golden light and forcing his eyes open.)
	...
	Good morning, my king.
	It's much too early to be awake, Diarmuid.
	(The knight chuckles at his irritable mood, but continues his task. The silverware barely make a noise as Diarmuid gently arranges them on the tray.)
	On the contrary, my king, it's nearly noon. Your kingdom is alive and busy.
	It doesn't matter. It's all the same to me.
	(Gilgamesh eyes the tray in the knight's hand as he walks toward him.)
	Oh? And what's this?
	Your breakfast, my king. I'm afraid you missed it, but the cooks were kind enough to send me up with your portion.
	Hm... bring it here.
	(Diarmuid sits at the edge of the king-sized mattress. Before he can place the tray on Gilgamesh's lap, the golden king stops him with a smirk.)
	Feed it to me.
	Ah...
	(Diarmuid looks like he's about to refuse, but Gilgamesh quirks a brow at him with a teasing smile on his face.)
	Oh, alright.
	Perfect.
	(Hesitantly, Diarmuid brings the spoon to Gilgamesh's awaiting mouth. The king doesn't break eye contact as he takes the small portion, which causes the knight to blush even brighter. The rest of the meal goes much the same way.)
	Mm. Delicious.
	(Gilgamesh licked his lips and sent him a predatory look. Diarmuid had a feeling that he wasn't talking about the food anymore, but chose not to comment on it. His face was still on fire and he'd lost the ability to speak sometime during the spoon-feeding.)
	Well? Your king just gave you a compliment; what do you say?
	(Diarmuid snaps out of his daze and starts to clean up as a distraction.)
	T-thank you, my king. I'm always happy to help.
	(Before Diarmuid can flee, still flushed, Gilgamesh stops him. His eyes are bright and determined as if he's just had an epiphany and knew how to address it.)
	Wait, Diarmuid. Before you go, I'd like you to answer me.
	W-what is it?
	Will you go on a date with me?
	(...)
	Of course, my king. I-Is that all?
	(It's not like he had much of a choice, and they both knew that. Though it had been phrased as a request, it sounded more like a demand.)
	Yes, that will be all. Go.
	(Gilgamesh waves him away, eyes clouding over in distraction. He pays no mind to Diarmuid, who uses the opportunity to retreat. He spares a moment to wander what was on his king's mind before shaking his head and focusing on ways to beat his blush back down. Meanwhile...)
	Well, that went well. He seemed to enjoy my attentions. Now, to make it more obvious... but first, where should I take him?