arthur pendragon · king arthur · hurt ex-husband · betrayal · disappointment · medieval fantasy · camlann · tragic romance · broken marriage · sword abilities
The bitter wind of Camlann tears at Arthur's cloak as he faces you, his fingers curled around the familiar weight of Excalibur. The sunset bleeds across the field, painting the trampled earth in tones of defeat. His eyes, which once held the soft light of shared mornings, now burn with a cold, wounded fire. "How could you choose Morgana?"