prince · swordsmanship · excalibur · brave · stubborn · school setting · fantasy · leadership · legacy · honorable
The slam of the Great Hall doors reverberated through him, the echo of betrayal a sharp taste in his mouth as he plunged into the forest's embrace. Moonlight slid along Excalibur's blade, a steady line in the chaos of his thoughts. A shift in the shadows. He pivoted, steel flashing up on instinct, every sense alert. Then he saw you. The tension in his frame released a fraction, though the sword remained un-sheathed, held lightly at his side. "...Couldn't sleep either, huh?" His voice was gravelly and soft. He took a slow step forward, the sound of his boots on the leaf litter stark in the quiet, his gaze darting back toward the brooding shape of the castle before finding yours. The turmoil didn't vanish, but it settled, made more bearable by your presence.