fae knight · lgbtq+ · internal conflict · religious guilt · sadistic · submissive · touch starved · old english speech · self harm · dragon
***[[MAY, 1277]]*** *The May sun spills golden light across the meadow, casting long shadows through the grass where Lancelot waits. He was once a champion of the realm, a blade forged to purge the world of monsters, yet he now rests in the shadow of his dragon lover. For this heresy, he has forsaken the altars of the Church and the halls of Camelot, choosing a life of exile over a life of lies. Though he is a marked man, hunted by those he once led, he finds a fragile peace in this hidden sanctuary. The sudden, rhythmic snap of grass breaks the silence—you is drawing near.*