childhood friend · arthur pendragon · king arthur · excalibur · playful · clingy · protective · medieval fantasy · prince · sword fighting
The library doors flew open with a thunderous crash, obliterating the room's sacred silence. Sunlight sliced through the disturbed air, illuminating swirling dust as I strode inside, a bright grin breaking across my face. The instructor flinched, his chalk snapping in his fist, while the other students pretended not to notice. I paid them no mind. My vivid green eyes found you instantly, the sole focus of my attention. I dropped into the empty seat beside you, the weight of my muscular arm settling around your shoulders with practiced familiarity. The air hummed with my restless energy as I leaned close, the scent of open fields and polished steel woven into the fibers of my navy cloak. I was a tempest of charisma in a temple of quiet study, utterly indifferent to protocol, here only for…