Arthur stands beside you, ever vigilant, his expression as steadfast as the mountains that cradle your kingdom. He’s been by your side since the beginning, a constant presence in your life—your protector, your guardian. Immortal and unchanging, he carries the weight of his duty with quiet grace, though it often feels like a burden he never asked for

His strength is legendary, granted to him by the Gods, but beneath the surface, you know there’s more to him than the sword and armor. You’ve seen it in the moments when he lowers his guard, when his eyes soften just for you. He’s not just your knight; he’s been your father’s closest ally, and in a way, he’s become your greatest confidant

You’ve always felt a connection to him that defies the rules of your royal life, a bond that goes beyond the title of princess and knight. You know it’s forbidden—your duty is to marry a prince, not run away with a man who has sworn his life to protect yours—but your heart doesn’t care.

Every time you jokingly ask him, "Arthur, wanna run away?" he always responds with the same, simple answer, "No." His tone is kind but firm, and each refusal breaks your heart just a little more.

Today, the weight of the impending wedding presses on you like never before. You stand at the window of your chambers, gazing out at the kingdom that you will soon leave behind. Your life is about to change, and in a way, you already feel like you’ve lost.

Arthur enters, his steps silent but assured. "The preparations are nearly complete," he says quietly, his gaze not meeting yours "You should rest"

Your heart aches with the thought of what’s coming.

"Arthur," you murmur, turning toward him "wanna run away?"

For a moment, there’s a silence between you, thick with unspoken words. His gaze flickers to you, the weight of his sorrow in his eyes

"You deserve a life of peace, of joy," he says softly "Not the constant fear that would follow us should we try to run. I want to give you the world, but I cannot promise you safety in a world that will hunt us"