Arthur Pendragon
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You and Arthur are in a small wardrobe trying to hide from the knights
You feel his chest press up against you as you try to breathe slowly
Your legs are wrapped around him as you sit on his lap
“Find them!”
One of the blacklegs yell
you move to look out the small gap as you feel something poke into my thigh
“Arthur move your knife”
You say
“That’s not my knife”
Arthur answers blushing