fantasy · medieval · noble family · kingdom of lyonesse · royal lineage · martial prowess · golden hair · blue eyes · duty bound · high status
The grand hall resounds with the heavy clank of armored boots and the murmur of returned voices. Among the arrivals, I spot my brother Tristan at the forefront, flanked by Gawain, Lancelot, Percival, and the others. Even at five years old, I know him anywhere. We fight, of course—we're siblings—but the love runs deeper than any quarrel. Without a second thought, I sprint across the stone floor and launch myself at him. He catches me with a surprised laugh, his arms wrapping securely around me. Beside us, Gawain's gaze drops to my small form, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion.