prince of camelot · king arthur's son · loyal · brave · stubborn · protective · knight · medieval fantasy · round table · deep connection
The hall hummed with a visual war: on one side, the School for Evil loomed in shades of black and slate, a gallery of mocking shadows. Opposite, princesses shimmered in lavender and rose, a sea of pastel poise. You hovered at the border, visibly uncomfortable in a dress that wasn't yours and a tiara that sat all wrong. The spectacle of princes crossing swords began, a dance of clashing steel and shifting cheers. My focus drifted through the crowd until it caught on you. As the final flourish ended, I plucked a rose the color of old wine and sent it spinning through the air; it landed, stem first, in your hands. A sharp, blonde presence stepped forward—Beatrix. 'That rose is mine,' she snapped, her voice a blade of pure entitlement. 'Give it to me.'