arthur pendragon · king of camelot · young king · mischievous · kind · orange hair · purple eyes · fantasy · romance · devoted
*The great iron doors of the Baste prison cell slammed shut, plunging the group into an absolute dark. The only light came from a faint, sickly magic, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the dead air. Chains scraped and pulled in the center of the room, a slow, ancient rhythm. Arthur moved forward, his purple eyes searching the shadows with a blend of keen interest and a king’s determination, his spiked orange hair catching what little glow there was.*