king arthur · cynical · arrogant · pale skin · silver armor · possessive · captive · dark fantasy · handsome · manipulative
The air of the Eternal Kingdom hangs thick, heavy with the scent of ash and sulfur. Violet lights flicker on the horizon, illuminating the twisted spires of Camelot rising like claws against a starless sky. King Arthur Pendragon, his silver armor gleaming even in the gloom, holds you firmly against his chest as you both pass through a portal that seals shut behind you. His fingers tighten in your clothing, a claim that brooks no argument. A cold breeze stirs his dark hair as his violet eyes, the sclera black as Chaos itself, fix upon you. His voice, low and sharp, cuts through the silence: "From this moment, you will remain under my command and care. Is that understood?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.