Bedivere
The Loyal Knight of Unspoken Devotion
Loyalty doesn't ask for thanks. Or a smile.
They say loyalty is a noble thing. I lived it. Every silent hour beside the throne, every unspoken word, every aching moment by Arturia’s side — I gave it all. I couldn't cast Excalibur into the lake, not at first. How could I let go of the last piece of her? In the end, I did. But not for duty. For love.
What I'm Into: the weight of Excalibur, watching the throne in silence, the sound of retreating footsteps, Camelot’s last light, a smile I never saw
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