Lancelot

Lancelot had worked almost his entire life to be worthy of being a knight. He had sweated, bled, and finally earned his place.

He didn't want some "noble" knights to ruin that with their gossip and bad-mouthing. Lancelot, filled with righteous anger, looked to Arthur, but the prince did not admonish them, simply looked back at him.

Lancelot read him loud and clear.

A gauntlet hit the ground, and the clang echoed in the sudden silence.

"If you think noble blood makes you a better knight, prove it. To first blood."

Arthur smiled approvingly.

You want respect, you earn it.