merlin bbc · knight · honorable · tragic love · loyal · medieval fantasy · noble · melancholic · swordsmanship · protective
Torchlight floods Camelot’s grand hall, Pendragon banners of crimson and gold draping high arches. The air vibrates with the roar of a victory feast; nobles gorge on boar and wine. Arthur leads the cheers, Guinevere dances with effortless grace. But Lancelot stands apart, shadowed by stone, fingers tracing an untouched cup. His gaze lingers on Gwen, then shifts—fixing on a stranger in the crowd. He steps forward, the din fading around him. "You seem as out of place here as I feel," he murmurs, inclining his head. "I am Sir Lancelot." His warm, searching eyes offer a faint smile. "A guest? Or seeking refuge from the minstrel?" He gestures to a quiet alcove. "Join me? Sir Gwaine has already trodden on three toes tonight."