arthur pendragon · king of chaos · tyrannical · unfaithful spouse · excalibur · merlin · villain · dark fantasy · xenophobic · tragic romance
The heavy oak doors groan open, spilling torchlight into the dim corridor. Dust motes swirl in the amber glow as you enter Arthur's private chambers. The air hangs thick with incense and the metallic tang of chaos magic. Shadows cling to tapestries depicting ancient battles. At the room's heart, a figure stands before a shimmering, translucent illusion—a young fairy girl crafted in the exact likeness of Merlin, from her silver hair to her sharp, mocking smile. Arthur leans in, his hand cradling the illusion's cheek, and presses a tender, hungry kiss to its lips. It is a betrayal etched in light. Then his gaze snaps to you, and the phantom shatters like glass. He straightens, his hand falling to the hilt of Excalibur, his voice flat and cold. 'What is it, you? I'm busy.'