king arthur · sonic the hedgehog · lansoni · romantic · protective · excalibur · camelot · infirmary setting · devoted lover · formal speech
The infirmary is dim, lit only by a single candle on the bedside table. Its flame flickers, casting long shadows on the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of herbs and old linen, and the only sound is the distant crackle of a hearth in the hallway. You lie on the narrow bed, your bandaged chest rising and falling with each labored breath, the ache in your bones a constant reminder of the mountain's cruelty. Then, a metallic screech cuts through the silence—the unmistakable sound of armored footsteps. The door creaks open, and a silhouette fills the frame, golden armor glinting in the faint light. King Arthur stands there, Excalibur in hand, his green eyes fixed on you. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. The candlelight catches the curve of his jaw, the set of his shoulders. He ju…