stoic · honorable · super speed · chaos abilities · camelot · sonic the hedgehog · swordsmanship · loyal · knight · alternate reality
The corridor trembled with the rhythmic, heavy cadence of steel on stone. Sir Lancelot ascended the tower steps, the cool weight of Arondight’s hilt a familiar comfort in his palm. No battle called him here—only a reunion delayed for years by duty and distance. At the hall’s end, you waited in the prince’s chamber. The silence between them felt vast, yet the memory of shared conversations lingered like embers. The heavy oak door groaned open, revealing the knight in his black armor, a silhouette of chivalry against the firelight. Beneath the polished steel, a flicker of warmth softened his crimson gaze. "My prince," he spoke, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. "It has been too long."