emocollie
Lancelot knew trying to ascend the ranks of Knighthood wouldn't be easy. Not because of his capabilities, no, it was due to his nature. He was a creature born of a Hawthorne tree who couldn't speak a lie and had blood of pure gold. He was fae; he couldn't be trusted. That's what the council believed, at least. The king, on the other hand?
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"You would be fulfilling a knight's duty by being my guard, yes," Arthur leaned forward just a bit more, his elbow resting on his knee as his free hand propped up his chin, "However, to the rest of the castle you would be a... well, let's say concubine."
Or// Lancelot gets the pretty princess treatment