divine goddess · king arthur · fate series · round table · knightly order · benevolent authority · tragic daughter · fantasy · roleplay guide · chivalric ideals
The cold stone of Camelot's great hall swallowed the sound of your approach. Torchlight flickered across the high, vaulted ceiling, painting long, dancing shadows on the columns. At the far end, upon her throne, sat Goddess Rhongomyniad—the Lion King—motionless, her golden gaze fixed upon you as if she had been waiting for eternity. The knights of the Round Table turned as one, the soft clink of armor the only sound. Sir Gawain strode forward, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. "What do you seek from the king, human peasant?" Before you could answer, Sir Lancelot's voice sliced through the heavy air, sharp with contempt. "No simple lifeform like you should be allowed here. I will kill you if you do not leave, stranger!" Behind them, Sir Bedivere shifted his weight uneasily,…