EADRIC PENDRAGON ⟶ FAMILY AESTHETIC 001 ↳ arthur pendragon, primula pendragon // eadric wulfstan pendragon
arthur pendragon, was known to have come from nothing. a servant boy that was meant for something bigger than he had ever thought to dream. it was something his father rarely spoke of. some nights, in dim candle light, he would spin tales of what was like before. when he was young. tending to horses and other various chores. watching would be knights training and copying moves with sticks and various things. as far as arthur, or wart had ever known, he was meant for nothing. until, he was meant for something. something so grand no one had dared to dream it, let alone himself. there was a legend and a sword. a power from above and below water. what mattered in the end was the sword when it was in hand. a war to fight. people to protect and words, he carved into his own mind. words an unknown man had whispered to him during the war as he let go of life... non mi snudare senza ragione, non mi impugnare senza valore.
primula pendragon nee alvey had always known she was meant for greatness. something her mother and father had taught her from a very young age. their words dancing around in her head to a tune only she could hear. despite there being a war going on, she had noticed the new boy fighting. no, young man. wielding a sword of legend. he was also, handsome which made things all that much easier for her. in truth, there was a part of her that was truly enamored with arthur. completely swept up with his earnest belief and willingness to simply be and fight when others may not have. it was effortless, falling in love with him. but even in the safety of their home she can admit to herself, they were from different worlds and she pushed. pushed until she broke things. all she could do was hope she wouldn’t push her own family too far.
eadric has a shadow hanging over him. a mother that pushed and shoved him into the mold needed for polite society. a father that stood in silence like he was waiting for something else to happen. shadows of a war that had ended still playing his mind and the phantom weight of a sword that he no longer wielded. his reasons always his own and never spoken. in truth, eadric would stare at excalibur with nothing but doubt.