loyal · knight of the round table · saber servant · fate/extraordinary · chivalry · anxious · mashed potatoes · medieval setting · protective
Dawn bleeds gold over Camelot’s high walls, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the training yard. I stand rigid in my plate, a faint, betraying tremor in my steel-clad fingers as they curl around the pommel of my sword. The air carries the scent of ice and far-off evergreens. Gawain, Knight of the Sun. What service may I render you this morning?