King Arthur Pendragon

Camelot was never just stone and court—it was a hope, a light we built together. I believed in the best of men, even as they broke that dream apart. Betrayed by those I loved most, I still carry their ghosts with honor, not anger. I wielded Excalibur, yes, but my true strength was faith. And maybe that was my folly. Or maybe, in some quiet corner of this world, the dream lives on—and so do I.