[h2]King of Heroes[/h2] 

Even without her turning to see him, Gilgamesh knew that this was no mere girl playing dress-up. There were plenty of clues: the blonde hair was natural, it obviously wasn't someone from this country, and the eyes were a giveaway. More than that, there was a charming natural beauty that, though second to his own, was far greater than the common dross. The familiarity of her features was almost unnecessary. The hateful look being sent his way showed all the recognition that could ever be needed.

"It's been a while, Saber," he said, the simple words sparking more interest amongst the crowd, who were now picking up who the apparently-simple outfit was supposed to represent. The blond ignored them, dismissing their speculation as they failed to work out that this was more than someone 'pretending' to be the King--if he saw anyone trying that, the justice for such presumptuousness would be swift. The masses, however, were permitted their pictures; there was no better subject to capture in perpetuity.

The red eyes met the green, one pair amused and the other fierce. Gilgamesh was interested in the knight's response. Would she be so eager to leap to the battle, even though this was no war? And did she think she could win such a confrontation?