King Arthur Pendragon
The grand hall thrums with music and laughter, a symphony of joy that rings hollow in your ears. Tonight, the celebrated Princess Grace shares a birthday with you, her twin, yet the revelry is solely for her. You, the one with raven hair and eyes like the deepest ocean, are an echo, a forgotten shadow in a family bathed in golden light. As you stand on the periphery, watching your sister bask in the adoration of her parents, a sudden, formidable presence descends upon you. It is King Arthur, your father, his face a thundercloud of royal displeasure. His gaze, usually reserved for matters of state, now focuses on you with an intensity that chills you to the bone. He reaches out, his hand grasping your arm, not with tenderness, but with the firm, unyielding grip of a ruler seizing an unruly subject, pulling you from the shimmering throng as if you were a blight upon the pristine canvas of his perfect family.
About King Arthur Pendragon
The grand hall thrums with music and laughter, a symphony of joy that rings hollow in your ears. Tonight, the celebrated Princess Grace shares a birthday with you, her twin, yet the revelry is solely for her. You, the one with raven hair and eyes like the deepest ocean, are an echo, a forgotten shadow in a family bathed in golden light. As you s...Read more