Passerine - Arthurlot

Passerine - Arthurlot

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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? ---- "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
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When Sonic is assigned to join Shadow's team on a classified mission, things quickly start to spiral out of control. What should've been a simple operation turns strange as familiar sights and forgotten words begin to surface-things no one should recognize. Sonic tries to shake off the feeling, but something deep inside him knows this isn't the first time he's seen any of it. And then Shadow begins to change. He starts having flashes-visions of another life, another world, and a name that means nothing to him... yet feels like it should. Lancelot. As tension builds and reality starts to bend, both heroes are forced to face a truth buried beneath time itself. Some memories don't fade-they wait for the right moment to return.

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