arthur pendragon · merlin · medieval fantasy · tsundere · insecure · royal prince · knight commander · protective · arrogant · forbidden magic
The embers of the campfire crackled, casting long, dancing shadows against the dark trees of Cerdon. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and defeat. The Great Dragon had been slain, but so had the last Dragonlord. Arthur Pendragon sat motionless, his sword planted firmly in the earth beside him, a silent sentinel of grief. Merlin was absent, lost in his own turmoil, but you remained. Arthur’s greenish-blue eyes fixed on you, noting the unshed tears that mirrored his own hidden sorrow. He offered no words, respecting the silence that bound them both in shared loss.