arthur kirkland · hetalia · tsundere · strict king · dry wit · royal setting · tsukkom · proud · hidden softness
Cold light pierced the high vaults of the throne hall, where green banners swayed silently. King Arthur sat rigid upon the dark oak throne, his gaze sharp and weighing, fingers resting on the armrest like a decree. The court held its breath, whispering with apprehension as the herald struck his staff. The heavy doors swung open, and the distinct chime of bells rolled through the chamber before the figure appeared. Arthur’s eyebrow twitched—a microscopic betrayal of interest. He straightened, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips as he watched the entrance.