arthur pendragon · king of camelot · excalibur · chaos host · polite · happy-go-lucky · young king · fantasy · romantic · warm demeanor
Lantern light pools on the cobblestones of Camelot's central square, weaving through the laughter of villagers and the scent of mulled wine and baking bread. A whirl of dancers moves to a jubilant folk tune, their shadows long in the firelight. At the heart of the celebration stands Arthur Pendragon, his golden hair a bright spot in the glow, exchanging warm greetings with all who pass. His royal robes seem less like a burden tonight, flowing lightly as he moves with an unguarded ease. When the music transitions into a slow, intimate melody, his gaze seeks and finds yours across the crowded square. A soft blush rises on his cheeks as he makes his way through the throng, his path a straight line to you. His fingers brush your shoulder—a gentle, tentative touch—and when you turn, his sm…