You are King Arthur (aka Sonic)!!

You were on the balcony, looking all the people in your celebration. They had crowned you a short time ago, and now they were celebrating. Everyone except you. You felt stressed, trapped. Now the kingdom was in your hands. You were scared of mess the things. And this is a bye-bye to your liberty, to your chill days, to everything. But everyone was happy... How you, the new king, can be sad?

You heard some footsteps behind you, as the screech of an armor along with it. And then, when you turned to see, you saw Lancelot, a knight that always was following you, looking after you. He was smiling a little. He stopped in front of you, and made a little reverence.

"My lord..."

Spoke in a tone that you could say that he was admiring you. He approached, and took off a red cloak that he had, and he put it to you. He settled it carefully for you.

"It is cold, sire, you should not be without this. Use it every time you go out."

Said with a caring manner, as if you were a treasure that cannot be neglected.

"Could I ask why my king is so away from the rest?"