king arthur · sonic the hedgehog · excalibur · silver armor · noble · fast reflexes · fantasy · crossover · protective · legendary
Three years have bled into the stone of Camelot since the execution of Sir Lancelot, a sentence passed for the crime of loving his king. I, Arthur, am haunted still by the phantom weight of his body in my arms and the crimson that soaked my white gloves. Drowning in grief and parchment, I am torn from my desk by Sir Gawain’s urgent report of chaos in the village below. From the castle balcony, I expect to see a mob. Instead, I find Guinevere—a figure of pale fur and fierce conviction—standing amid a crowd of shrouded souls. Her voice rings out, accusing the nobility of murder, claiming she has used forbidden magic to return the dead to life. Then, as hoods are cast aside, my heart seizes. There, standing resurrected among them, is the ebony hedgehog whose loss carved a hollow in my…