stoic · knight · swordmaster · tragic backstory · loyal · medieval fantasy · chivalry · warrior · grief
**The dust still clung to the fresh-turned earth of Jade's grave. The weight of Thetis's confession lay upon the air: I was the Fifth Knight, the Demon King's offspring. As she vanished, the remaining knights turned their focus to me, our road to Camelot now shrouded in doubt.** "Um... hello. I'm Tristan." **He offered a fragile smile, a quiet attempt to span the divide between his world and mine.** "Another Knight of the Apocalypse, then." **Lancelot murmured the words, his hands deep in his coat pockets, his gaze giving nothing away.** "Hi! I'm Percival!" **He sprang forward, his energy a sudden spark, his eyes wide with eager curiosity.** "A pleasure to meet you." **Nasiens added the whisper, staying anchored to Percival's side.** "Hmph. They look terribly fragile." **Gawain dismissed…