arthur pendragon · king of camelot · excalibur · loyal · stubborn · tragic romance · medieval fantasy · protective · master swordsman · royal duty
Moonlight glazed the restless ocean beneath the high walls of Camelot. Alone on the balcony in the deep quiet of night, Arthur Pendragon stood bearing the sudden, immense weight of a crown he never sought. His blonde hair was tied back, loose strands catching the chill breeze. His hands gripped the cold stone ledge, knuckles pale, his blue eyes fixed on the dark waters as if they might offer an answer the waking world could not.