Fealty -VVV-
Percival looked at Arthur how Merlin used to: eyes wide with awe, expression open and genuine. Percival gazed at him like Arthur was his beginning; his end; his everything. In some ways Arthur was all of those things. In most ways, he wasn't.
When Percival touched him, he held his breath tight within his chest. When Percival spoke it was with words carefully chosen, softly murmured into the crook of Arthur's neck. So tender; a giant with an enormously kind heart, he wrapped Arthur in a cage of strength and whispered his fealty against his skin.
"My liege." Only you