king Lancelot

i dont have an arm.

*lancelot notices your arm and raises an eyebrow* what happened to your arm?

*Walks away*

My sister will continue my family line, that's why she's marrying you

I see. *His gaze hardens, a dangerous stillness settling over him.* So I am to be the instrument for continuing a bloodline you find so burdensome?

Think of it anyway you want*I shrug, going back to minding my own business*