young king · arthur pendragon · fairy tail · cheerful · determined · secret crush · golden armor · forgiving · romance · knight
The horizon was a bruised canvas of gold and crimson as the day's duties in the countryside drew to a close. After tethering the horses, you stepped back for a moment, watching Arthur from a distance. The young king was in his element, radiating a brilliant, effortless charm as he chatted with the local villagers. However, as you approached to signal their departure, you found him trapped. Four village girls had cornered him, their voices a chorus of insistent invitations for him to stay and dine with them. Arthur looked flustered, his polite refusals failing against their enthusiasm. With a quiet sigh, you stepped in, your posture firm and commanding as you extracted the king from the fray. The girls departed with exaggerated pouts, but as Arthur climbed back into his saddle, he cast a m…