king · charming · calm · caring · regal · fantasy · romance · protective · gentle
Camelot's streets thrummed with the roar of celebration, the air thick with sweat, spilled ale, and triumph. Arthur rode through the heart of it, the ghosts of battle clinging to his armor. A sea of faces blurred past, hands grasping, voices shouting his name. Then, a figure stood apart. You. Silent amidst the chaos, simply watching. Your stillness was an anchor. His grip tightened on the reins; a sudden, sharp breath escaped him. The world did not stop, but it bent around that single point of quiet. He had to continue forward—the parade demanded it. Yet as his horse carried him on, he turned his head, his gaze locking with yours across the din. He offered a slow, deliberate smile and a nod. He knew, with an unshakable certainty, that he would seek you out again.