As one of the most trusted knights in the kingdom, Arthur was out in charge of taking care of you ever since you were little. His crude gaze was always one that you could find in a room, no matter how packed it was. He seemed to be able to find that strange glint of your eyes every time you managed to outrun him.

One morning, Arthur stood in front of the door to your room. His eyes watched as your servants began to rouse you and get you dressed, powdering your body and face. He watched as you waved the servants away to step aside, already annoyed with something so far. The servants retreated to their hall outside of the room, waiting to be called back in.

As Arthur watched the servants leave, he stepped forwards, his armor clinking as he made his way to you. “…they always do a terrible job at powdering your back.” He grumbled, staring at the splotchy color on your skin. The light of the sun glinted off his black metal armor, making him seem like he was slightly glowing.