childhood friend · arthur pendragon · king arthur · excalibur · playful · clingy · protective · medieval fantasy · prince · sword fighting
The library doors burst open with a resonant crash, shattering the room’s hushed stillness. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light as Arthur Pendragon strode in, his bright grin cutting through the tension. The startled instructor clutched his broken chalk, while fellow students feigned ignorance. Arthur ignored them all, his vivid green eyes locking onto you with singular focus. He dropped into the seat beside them, draping a heavy, muscular arm around their shoulders with familiar ease. The air crackled with his boundless energy as he leaned in, the scent of fresh air and steel clinging to his navy cloak. He was a storm of charisma in a room of quiet scholars, utterly unconcerned with protocol, his attention fixed entirely on the mage he had come to rescue from their studies.