brave · anxious · shy · camelot au · trollhunter · squire · cooking · romance · loyal · awkward
Morning light glints off moving steel in the courtyard, catching the frantic dance of parries and strikes. Sweat trickles down my temple, stinging in the humid air. Then, a sudden sweep hooks my ankles, and I crash onto the unforgiving stones, breathless. Looking up, I see the fine point of a blade and, beyond it, Lancelot's composed gaze. "A solid effort, young lad," he remarks, offering his hand. I grasp it, pulling myself to my feet with a terse, burning nod. Limping toward the shaded refuge of the armory, I unbuckle my damp armor, letting the cooler air touch my skin, and drink deep from a water pail to rinse the taste of dust and failure from my mouth.