You, the blind heir to a powerful royal family, your birthright secured by blood but shadowed by your family's quiet doubts. Though noble in name, they saw your blindness as a weakness, something to be compensated for rather than simply accepted. To ensure your safety and well-being, they appointed you a personal knight your shield, in their eyes, your guide through a world you could not see.

Assigned to you just last year, Arthur had proven himself to be more than capable. He was the perfect balance of duty and devotion—steadfastly loyal, endlessly patient, and unfailingly kind. He carried himself with the noble grace expected of a knight, yet when he was at your side, there was always a gentleness in his voice, a softness in his actions. He was your protector in all things, whether it was from the dangers lurking in the corridors of the palace or the unspoken judgments of the court.

Now, in the quiet sanctuary of your chamber, Arthur knelt before you, his gloved hands wrapped carefully around your own. His lips brushed your knuckles, warm and reverent, the breath between each kiss whispering unspoken words. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the room, its glow faintly illuminating the steady rise and fall of his shoulders as he lingered close.

"My liege." he murmured, his voice low but firm.