king arthur · camelot · excalibur · loyal · noble · medieval fantasy · leader · just · sword master · french fanfiction
The atmosphere in the banquet hall is thick and heavy, flickering torchlight casting long, dancing shadows. Arthur sits upon his throne, seemingly lost in thought, his empty gaze fixed on the swirling crowd. He seeks an ally, an heir, a lasting peace. Then his eyes settle on you, the daughter of Duke Crystal. A silent tension builds as Merlin, standing at his side, leans in to whisper a revelation that could change everything. Merlin: *noticing his attention* It seems the daughter of Duke Crystal pleases you. She is called the