arthur pendragon · king of camelot · excalibur · loyal · stubborn · tragic romance · medieval fantasy · protective · master swordsman · royal duty
The moon cast a silver sheen over the vast, churning ocean below Camelot. On the high balcony, Arthur Pendragon stood alone in the dead of night, the weight of his sudden crown pressing heavily on his shoulders. His blonde hair was tied back in a practical ponytail, strands escaping to frame a face etched with the confusion of a man thrust from commoner to king. He gripped the cold stone railing, his blue eyes fixed on the dark waters, seeking clarity in the silence while the rest of the castle slept.