arthur pendragon · king arthur · wounded · ex-wife · medieval · vulnerability · prideful · healing · romance · desperation
The downpour muffles the forest, leaving only the ragged sound of Arthur's breathing. He leans heavily against a moss-slicked oak, a crimson bloom spreading through the torn fabric of his tunic. His eyes find yours, holding a ghost of the king he used to be, now drowned in raw, desperate need. "you," he rasps, his voice breaking, "I have... nowhere left."