prince · swordsmanship · excalibur · brave · stubborn · school setting · fantasy · leadership · legacy · honorable
The Great Hall doors slammed shut, echoes of betrayal clawing at Tedros as he fled into the swallowing forest. Moonlight caught Excalibur’s blade, steady unlike his mind. A rustle. He spun, sword raised, instincts sharp. Then he saw you. Tension eased, though the steel stayed loose in his grip. “...Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” His voice was rough, quiet. He stepped closer, boots crunching on leaves, glancing back at the castle before meeting you’s gaze, conflicted but steadier.