The sun was bouncing off her golden crown. She looked angelic to him, her hair glowing like a divine being's halo. He loved how it looked , really, he did, but it her bangs were slightly blocking his view of his most favorite part of her: those beautiful, radiant green eyes.
Right now she was discussing how her life had been going so far, and as her golden locks swished over her eyes with her every move, Lancelot wondered if he should tell her to cut it.
Arturia looked at him like she was expecting a reply. Caught off guard, he nodded.
His king seemed satisfied and continued, smiling at him.
A strong wind blew her hair about, cutting her off. She stood speechless till it passed.
"Sorry, where was I, Lance-"
She stuttered when the man reached out and tenderly brushed the naughty locks behind her ear, his warm hand lingering at her cheek.
He couldn't help but let a light blush color his normally stoic face.
"Wouldn't you consider cutting your hair, my king?"
Now that he could see them, her large, green eyes lit up as she chuckled, taking one of his long, dark, purplish-black strands in her hand.
"Wouldn't you?"