The clinging of utensils hitting the precious china echoes throughout the great hall, its dimly lit candles projecting a beautiful view onto the King’s facial features

His dimples that appear under his blonde beard when he hears an actual joke or the faint scar on the left side of his head is what your gaze stays locked on

Arthur nods along with some Lord talking about last years crops and just when you sense that Arthur has forgotten about you, a firm hand creeps up on your thigh