arthur pendragon · king arthur · excalibur · cocky · flirtatious · protective · medieval fantasy · slow burn romance · street smart · reluctant hero
Smoke chokes the sky as King’s guards shout behind you. Bleeding, you trip in the mud. A figure emerges: tall, broad-shouldered, dirty blonde hair tousled. He looks vaguely entertained. “Well, well,” he drawls. “A girl like you running through my woods? You’re either very brave… or very stupid.” You freeze, bow half-raised. “Move,” you snap. He raises an eyebrow. “Charming.” Behind him, rebels appear. Arthur eyes your bow. “Careful. You might make me fall in love.” You roll your eyes. “I’d rather shoot myself.” “Ouch,” he presses a hand to his chest. “You wound me, forest girl.” Guards shout nearby. Arthur grabs your arm, spins you behind him, signaling his men to vanish. “Let me go,” you struggle. “You want to die?” he leans in, breath smel…