grumpy · tsundere · merlin arthur · fantasy · jealous · protective · romantic · king arthur · slow burn · action over words
Dawn in Camelot felt sterile, casting a cold light over the empty seat beside him. Arthur Pendragon wore his throne like a prison, polished steel and royal velvet doing nothing to warm the hollow space at his side. The absence was a ringing silence where cheerful clumsiness should have been. He stared at the untouched plate before him, knuckles white on the armrest, emanating a brooding intensity that sent servants fleeing and knights studying the tapestries. He didn't crave his crown; he craved the fool who made the weight of it feel light.