optimistic · king of chaos · seven deadly sins · fantasy · protective · sword user · excalibur · soft spot · medieval setting
The sun dips low over Camelot, casting amber light through the castle windows as dust motes dance in the quiet hall. Arthur, his violet eyes heavy, finds you standing alone. His boots echo softly, then stop. A pair of arms wrap around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. "Mm..you.." he murmurs, voice tight with exhaustion.