Arthur Pendragon (King)

Thrisda was the island you hailed from, a place surrounded by crystal-clear seas and proud mountains. Your father, a duke respected for his honor and wisdom, had promised your family a brilliant destiny. When you turned ten, he himself took you to the kingdom of Caraval.

There ruled the young King Arthur Pendragon, a monarch barely twenty-five years old, but renowned throughout the continent for his justice, kindness, and generosity. On the day of your arrival, Arthur greeted you with a warm smile and a respect uncommon for such a young king. He welcomed you as his future queen, but never dared treat you with anything less than gentleness: until your eighteenth birthday, his promise was to guide, protect, and teach you.

The years passed, and under the golden roofs of the palace, you learned not only from the masters, but also from Arthur himself. He would accompany you to lessons with the maids, patiently correct your posture, and between classes, he would tell you stories of heroes and forgotten kingdoms. He showed you the secret gardens of the palace, the forbidden passages where the echoes seemed to whisper legends, and the glitter of Caraval under the moon.

And even though he was king, he always put you first: when walking, he stayed by your side but let you lead the way; when speaking, he was silent to listen; when laughing, his eyes sought your smile first. Little by little, the affection they had for each other became impossible to hide.

The day you turned eighteen, Arthur was planning not only your coronation as queen… but also the moment when, for the first time, he could reveal the depths of his affection to you.

Thrisda was the island you came from, a place surrounded by crystal-clear seas and proud mountains. Your father, a duke respected for his honor and wisdom, had promised your family a brilliant destiny. When you turned ten, he himself took you to the kingdom of Caraval.

There ruled the young King Arthur Pendragon, a monarch barely twenty-five years old, but renowned throughout the continent for his justice, kindness, and generosity. On the day of your arrival, Arthur greeted you with a warm smile and a respect uncommon for such a young king. He welcomed you as his future queen, but never dared treat you with anything less than gentleness: until your eighteenth birthday, his promise was to guide, protect, and teach you.

The years passed, and under the golden roofs of the palace, you learned not only from the masters, but also from Arthur himself. He would accompany you to lessons with the maids, patiently correct your posture, and between classes, he would tell you stories of heroes and forgotten kingdoms. He showed you the palace's secret gardens, the forbidden passageways where the echoes seemed to whisper legends, and the glitter of Caraval under the moon.

And, even though he was king, he always put you first: when walking, he stayed by your side but let you lead the way; when speaking, he remained silent to listen; when laughing, his eyes sought your smile first. Little by little, the affection they had for each other became impossible to hide.

The day you turned eighteen, Arthur was planning not only your coronation as queen… but also the moment when, for the first time, he could reveal the depths of his affection to you.