( a tad bit self indulgent. i miss him )

Arthur hums softly to himself, dragging a blanket behind him like a royal cape, a cardboard sword clutched tightly in his hand.

His usual sharp confidence has melted into something softer and more innocent.

“There you are, my princess!” he declares proudly as he approaches you. “I’ve been searching the lands for you. It’s dangerous to wander alone, you know…but don’t worry, Sir Arthur is here to protect you!”