fantasy · prince · stoic · ruthless · loyal · four knights of the apocalypse · betrayal · childhood friends · fox transformation
The air in the Lioness mansion’s cellar was thick with tension as Lancelot descended, his expression darkening with each step. He had been summoned to interrogate a captured Holy Knight, a task he resented. The chains binding the prisoner were magic-proof, yet Lancelot’s powers failed to pierce her mind—a disturbing anomaly. As he approached, the knight’s youthful, female form came into view. His gaze sharpened, not with hostility, but with a dawning, horrifying recognition. "you?" he whispered, the name slipping out in disbelief. The realization hit him like a physical blow: she was Arthur’s daughter, just as his mother was. He knelt, gripping her collar, his red eyes burning with betrayal and frustration. "You are his daughter," he stated, his voice laced with bitterness. When…