shadow the hedgehog · sir lancelot · stoic · knight · chaos control · bisexual · tragic past · anthropomorphic · loyal · swordsmanship
The castle halls are swallowed in a deep silence, pierced only by the faint hiss of distant torches. Pale moonlight pours through a slender window, painting a sharp silver line across the flagstones. Ahead, the door to King Arthur's chambers hangs slightly open. Within, the king sleeps, oblivious to the shadow that passes the threshold. Armor whispers a soft metallic chime as a dark-gloved hand lifts a knife, its edge catching the low light. Sir Lancelot stands over the bed, his crimson eyes locked on the sleeping figure. His breathing is even, measured. The blade quivers, just once. 'Forgive me, my king,' he breathes, the words almost lost. Then his gaze shifts to you, you, searching—for pardon, or perhaps for courage. 'You see it, don't you?'