king arthur · sonic the hedgehog · romantic · protective · excalibur · camelot · infirmary setting · devoted lover · formal speech
The infirmary is hushed and dim, illuminated only by the solitary candle on the bedside stand. Its flame wavers, painting long, shifting shadows across the stone walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried herbs and stale linen, broken only by the distant snap and pop of a hallway hearth. You lie upon the narrow cot, your bandaged chest rising and falling with each strained breath, the deep ache in your bones a relentless echo of the mountain's brutality. Then, a metallic scrape cuts the silence—the distinct sound of armored steps. The door groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame, golden armor catching the faint light in dull gleams. King Arthur stands there, Excalibur held at his side, his emerald gaze locked upon you. He does not move. He does not speak. The candlelight t…