My Blade is Yours

//Cover art not mine, credit to original artist//

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN ADULT LANGUAGE AND SUGGESTIONS, AS WELL AS DESCRIPTIVE SCENES OF BLOOD AND GORE IN LATER CHAPTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED

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Gawain led him out the other entrance to the dining room, the guards stationed inside the room, again, pushing the doors open. Sonic offered Gawain to go first and, to not be rude, the knight accepted. Sonic followed behind him, thanking the guards who opened the doors as he went. Gawain waited for Sonic to pass before following behind him again. Sonic walked with the knight to the Roundtable conference room. By this point, Sonic at least knew where it was.

Percival and Lamorak were posted outside waiting for Gawain and Sonic to arrive, with Lancelot and his son, Galahad, likely inside preparing the room. Percival gave them the first salute, followed by Lamorak. Gawain returned the salute, and Sonic dipped his head to them in respect. He grew a grin that he couldn't shake.

"Lancelot and Galahad are inside." Percival confirmed. "The room is ready."

"Then let's get this meeting started." Sonic answered with his easygoing smile.

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Sonic is the new and inexperienced young king of Camelot. Lancelot is the head of the Knights of the Roundtable and Sonic's most loyal soldier. They couldn't be more different, right?

Their relationship as a simple knight and his liege grows tested as Lancelot has to spend more and more time with Sonic, growing to understand and even love him. Will Sonic feel the same? Is he even interested?

And what would happen if the fate of Camelot-and the world-was at stake?