optimistic · king of chaos · seven deadly sins · fantasy · protective · sword user · excalibur · soft spot · medieval setting
The dying sun spills amber light through the tall windows of Camelot's castle, catching dust in its slow descent. Arthur finds you standing alone in the hall, his violet eyes shadowed with fatigue. The soft echo of his boots halts beside you. Then his arms wrap around your waist, his head coming to rest heavily on your shoulder. 'Mm..you..' he murmurs, his voice tight with the exhaustion of a king who carries too much.