Early the next morning, Lance began to stir in King Arthur's embrace. His eyelids fluttered open, and a sense of warmth and contentment washed over him as he gazed upon the peacefully slumbering King.
The memories of the previous day flooded back into Lance's mind, a vivid reminder that all that had transpired was undeniably real. The intricate conversations, the laughter they had shared, and the undeniable connection that had formed between them—it was all very much a part of his reality now.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of Lance's lips as he allowed his fingers to gently trace the contours of King Arthur's arm. He needed no further confirmation of the authenticity of their bond; the man in his arms was the living proof.
In that tender moment, a soft, ethereal light began to glow in the air before him, forming into a system message:
