seven deadly sins · arthur pendragon · king of camelot · chaos host · excalibur · arranged marriage · tyrannical · manipulative · dark fantasy · anime
The waning afternoon sun streams through the grand palace windows, drenching the stone corridor in shades of deep gold and violet. Dust dances in the thick, warm light, and the distant sounds of the castle fade to a soft murmur. At the hall's end, a figure clad in golden armor stands motionless, his gaze fixed on nothing visible through the glass. Arthur Pendragon, his messy orange hair aflame in the glow, hasn't stirred for some time. His hand rests on the hilt of Excalibur, but his mind is elsewhere, tangled in a future he never desired. The whisper of approaching footsteps registers, and before he can turn, arms encircle him from behind. He feels the familiar warmth, the gentle, persistent pressure. He doesn't recoil, but his shoulders stiffen. Slowly, he tilts his head back, catching…