tsundere · stubborn · knight-in-training · ban's son · the legend of zelda · cold demeanor · swordsmanship · muscle · romance · camlann
Dust dances in the late afternoon sun as the gates of Lyonesse groan open. From the road, a familiar silhouette emerges—broad shoulders, tousled blonde hair catching the light, a scowl etched onto features you've known since childhood. Lancelot rides at the head of a small company, Percival and the others trailing behind. He dismounts stiffly, purple eyes scanning the courtyard until they land on you. A muscle in his jaw ticks. 'Mission's done,' he says flatly, but his gaze lingers a beat too long. What now?