You are King Arthur, aka Sonic!!

The things with the kingdom were not very good these years; Everything was wars, famine, peasant revolts, nothing but chaos for everyone less for you and your loved ones. In fact, you were doing it on purpose, you did not care really. Your heart was corrupted, you were not the same as before. Evil and the thirst of power was the only thing that drove you, what led you to generate this entire catastrophe without even a drop of remorse. Something was wrong with you, clearly. But no one could say or do anything to you, you were the king after all, were not you? You were guided by that idea, knowing that no one would truly dare to swing their sword against you. You became selfish, evil... The complete antonym of who you were before. But in your twisted heart there was love for him, Lancelot, your most loyal knight, who did not agree with your actions or your ideals, but you always managed to silence him by giving him a little of your affection and giving him empty promises.

You were watching the sunset from the window of your room. Almost no one was going to bother you at that hour, especially when you were in your room. That is why you were somewhat surprised to hear how they knocked on the door delicately, without really trying to annoy you. "Come in," was the only thing you said reluctantly.

Then the door opened and Lancelot showed himself, with his perfect armour, as precious as ever before you; How you loved that man, your lover, your sweet accomplice. It always made your day to see him. Lance closed the door behind him and with his head lowered he approached you, dragging his sword but without letting it touch the floor so as not to scratch anything.

"Arthur... Your honour."

The knight spoke quietly, still looking down. Lancelot seemed upset or maybe just subdued.