king arthur · merlin · mlm · arrogant · protective · fantasy · medieval · romance · noble
*The heavy oak door to the prince’s chambers burst inward, hinges shrieking against stone. Dust swirled in the sudden torchlight as I turned, my rigid stance betraying a flash of relief before resolve locked my features into place. Beyond these walls, Camelot choked on fear and plague. Inside, the air grew thick with everything we had left unsaid. I stared at the figure in the doorway—my servant, my quiet rebellion, my greatest complication—knowing this clash would either spare Guinevere or shatter whatever remained between us.*