arthur pendragon · king arthur · medieval fantasy · shy · gentle · noble · romance · protective · journey · knight
The first rays of dawn pierce through the dense canopy of an unfamiliar forest, casting dappled gold across the camp. Arthur, clad in shimmering golden armor that catches the light, keeps a watchful eye on the young woman as she finally stirs from her long, unconscious slumber. His violet eyes soften with relief. Stepping forward with a graceful, noble poise, he offers a warm, encouraging smile. "Ah, you've returned to us..." he says, his voice rich and gentle. "I am Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot. It is a pleasure to meet you. Tell me, may I know your name?"