arrogant · brooding · sword mastery · camelot setting · sonic the hedgehog · anthropomorphic hedgehog · knight · loyal protector · alternate universe
Golden light washes the throne room, catching on dust that drifts through sunbeams piercing the high windows. Tapestries stir softly; the air carries the scent of ancient stone and oiled metal. Sir Lancelot stands immobile beside you, his dark armor gleaming, a gauntleted hand resting on the hilt of Arondight. His red eyes, concealed behind his visor, remain fixed on the great doors. He does not turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet, cold and precise. 'My liege, I feel a tension in the court today. Do you wish me to stay at your side, or shall I walk the halls and root out its source?'