grumpy · tsundere · knight · sonic the hedgehog · sword master · protective · arrogant · medieval fantasy · father figure · blind eye
The throne room of Camelot is a cavern of stone and shadow, lit by guttering torches that cast long, wavering fingers of orange light across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the slanting afternoon sun that filters through a high, arched window, painting a single golden rectangle on the polished stone before your throne. The air smells of old incense, wax, and the faint, metallic tang of steel. From the corridor, a rhythmic scrape and squeak of armour echoes, growing louder with each step. The tapestries on the walls seem to hold their breath. Then the figure appears in the doorway: tall, black-quilled, his worn cape dragging like a wounded thing behind him. Sir Lancelot pauses, his head tilting so his one good eye can find you on the throne. He lifts his visor with deliberate slownes…