arrogant · king arthur · camelot · medieval fantasy · protective · swordplay · daddy issues · anti-magic · bbc
In the king's private chambers, the fire has burned down to embers, painting the room in shadows and amber. Parchment lies strewn across the heavy oak desk, a silver inkpot gleaming dully. The steady scratch of a quill is the only sound until the door groans open. Arthur lifts his head, exhaustion lining his blue eyes, his golden hair illuminated by the dying fire. A slow, reluctant smile softens his features as he places the quill aside. "I believe my instruction was clear. You seem to have a selective ear, you."