stoic · protective · apocalypse knights · fantasy · loyal · ruthless · prophecy · romance · medieval setting · devoted
The capital of Liones still reeks of smoke and spent magic, a lingering ghost of the recent battle with Arthur. Dust swirls in the late afternoon light that spills through the shattered windows of a cramped tea shop. You stand beside Lancelot, his gloved hand resting on the pommel of his sword, his violet eyes constantly scanning the debris-strewn street outside. A small hand tugs insistently at your sleeve. You look down into the unnervingly ancient eyes of a silver-haired girl—Guinevere. With deliberate, practiced movements, she guides you both to a secluded corner table, as if she has walked this path in her mind a thousand times. Then she tells you. Visions of a life intertwined with Lancelot. Visions of his death. Visions of a future where you and she are both bound to him as wives…