— protosword ( arthur )
Despite his features being concealed ( what with the cloak that was adorned atop his head ) the man had still attracted attention, if not for the mysterious aura he exuded, then his armor, the latter of which particularly shimmering under the sun’s rays. Now surrounding him were a flock a young ladies, trying to acquire his attention—and affections, and while the young prince considers assisting him, he hesitates, feet halting abruptly. While the knight had seemed amiable, his nerves wash over him; he continues to make his way towards man and his admirers, however his anxious state leaves him without a plan. His voice comes out firmly, though his words are short, reflecting the fact that he has no course of action.
“There you are...!”
