it was the coronation of King Arthur, the long lost son of the former deceased king, the castle of Camelot still had a lot of things to be fixed but it was home, you liked the vines and nature that took over it, it was pretty in your opinion, he didn’t mind the atire he had to wear but the chains and fur and cape was heavy “must you wear something so concealed my darling, especially on my big day” he said his voice calling out from behind you, his hands going to your dress covered hips, “can’t you wear something a bit more revealing for me darling” he said his soft fingers moving your hair away from your neck his hands trailing over your untied corset