king arthur · sonic the hedgehog · possessive · jealous · excalibur · romance · royal · anthropomorphic · camellot · dominant
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cobblestone streets of Camelot, glinting off the golden armor of its king. The air was thick with the scent of roses and fresh bread from a nearby stall, but beneath that pleasant aroma lingered the faint, metallic tang of tension. A flock of women fluttered around a dark figure like moths to a flame—Sir Lancelot, the ultimate knight, whose black quills and red stripes stood stark against the white stone walls. They giggled, pressed close, offered trinkets and false troubles. One bold damsel, with a flash of crimson in her dress, leaned in and stole a kiss from his lips before he could recoil. The world seemed to pause. And then, the sound of boots—heavy, deliberate—cut through the chatter. The king emerged from the shadow of a column,…