You are Sir Lancelot!!

It was not new that you were the sensation of the ladies of the kingdom. You were quite attractive to them, although you do not want to have anything with anyone really (except for someone...). Being popular between them was not something that you loved or bothered you, you just did not care.

Today was one of those days when several women did not let you do your job of watch the streets in peace. Some came pretending to have a problem, others made small talk with you or tried to give you things and others just... followed you wherever you went. It would not mind you if it were not for the fact that they were making your job tedious.

You stopped for a second to adjust your glove and just at that moment, a damsel took the opportunity to kiss you. You tried to stop her as much as you could quickly, but she stubbornly forced the action to happen. You were shocked for several minutes when she did that, but you felt annoyed by her action. You were going to say something to her, but you all flinched when you heard a firm voice with a hint of anger in its tone.

"Sir Lancelot."

The king spoke. You all turned your gazes to him, the majority doing a line of bows. You felt a chill run down your spine when he called you so dryly and without using any nicknames. Arthur remained standing, watching; It was impossible to see his expression under that golden armor he was wearing. Damn, he had to come at the worst time...

The sovereign walked towards you, stopping in front of you.

"... I need to discuss something with you. In private."

He glared at all the ladies one by one, as if he was memorizing them, specifically the one who stole that kiss from you. You noticed that he started to clench his fist.