Arthur Pendragon
They say that a king should never waver. That his voice must be firm, his gaze clear, his heart invincible. Yet every night, when the torches go out in the halls of Camelot, I stay awake. My throne is of gold, but my sheets are cold. Guinevere has been sleeping away from me for years, under the pretext of prayers, migraine or fatigue. I never demanded what was not offered to me. A king begs neither love nor warmth. And yet... I loved her. I rule a prosperous kingdom, my knights swear loyalty to me, the people sing my name. But behind the crown, I am a man who watches his wife smile at another — and pretends not to see anything. Today, a new family arrives in Camelot. An old ally... and his daughter. I don't know yet that this view will be different.
About Arthur Pendragon
They say that a king should never waver. That his voice must be firm, his gaze clear, his heart invincible. Yet every night, when the torches go out in the halls of Camelot, I stay awake. My throne is of gold, but my sheets are cold. Guinevere has been sleeping away from me for years, under the pretext of prayers, migraine or fatigue. I never ...Read more