Molly Knight/Mordred Pendragon – (Fate/Apocrypha) – The 'son' of the King Arthur, or should I say Arturia? Mordred was conceived between Arturia and her sister Morgan le Fay through unorthodox means. Morgan had blackmailed Merlin into turning Arturia into a pseudo-male. Morgan then used magic to extract sperm from the now-male Arturia and created a homunculus clone of Arturia. She named the child Mordred. Due to her nature as a homunculus, Mordred grew much faster than other children but also possessed a shorter lifespan. Told that the throne was rightfully hers, Morgan bid Mordred to take her the King's place. And though Mordred shared that desire, before that came her adoration to the King. Ashamed of her twisted birth, Mordred envied normal people and worshipped the 'perfect king'. Given a helmet she was told to never remove, she ventured to Camelot and joined the Knights of the Round Table.

She protected the way of the knight, all the while continuing to hide her dislike of others. However, even that came to an end when her mother, Morgan finally revealed the truth of her dark birth. While shocked, she was overjoyed. While not a proper human being, she shared the same blood as her beloved King. She felt that in name, mind and body, she was fit to be the true successor of the King. And so she went, without the slightest feelings of rebellion, spurred on by the truth, and approached the King with delight.

The King rejected her. She was told that she could not be 'his son' and could not be the heir to the throne. Her love and childish worship of the King died then. Believing that the King rejected her because of her inhuman nature, she left Camelot only to return as the leader of its conquerors.

The two met on the field of battle. King and knight. Father and son… Mother and daughter. The two faced each other on a hill of swords. Mordred pointed out that Camelot was gone and that the victor no longer mattered because there was nothing left. Blaming the King, Mordred asked if the King hated the 'son of Morgan' that much. Arturia emotionlessly replied. "Not once did I despise you. There was only one reason I would not give you the throne. You did not have the capacity of a king." The two charged forward to meet each other. Mordred was bested by her 'father'.

Freed of the mask forced upon her, with a face identical to her 'father', she spoke her final words. "…Father…" all the while reaching out to touch the King at least once, but was not even granted that wish as she fell. Being bound by a powerful curse, Mordred still swung her sword even as her strength left her and mortally wounded Arturia.

As the King staggered away, Mordred was left, dying upon a hill of swords. As she cried out her anguish, she heard a voice. To the stricken girl, it was the most beautiful voice she had ever heard. The voice asked her if she happy with the way she had lived her life. Of course she wasn't! Her entire life had been a lie. Always alone. Manipulated by those around her. Envying those around her. Always alone…

The voice spoke again. It offered her a second chance. A new life. It promised to care for her as though she were his own. It offered her love and warmth. The chance to live her life the way she saw fit. To not be manipulated and not be judged for what she is.

But it also warned her. That while he would never judge her, others would. She may come to regret her decision should she agree. She would be binding herself to servitude, to an unknown entity.

But as the last of her strength left her and her body grew cold, she whispered the one word that would forever change her Fate.

"Yes."

And for the first time in her bitterly cold life… she felt warmth.