Fated Dreams

Epilogue - Fated Dreams

Lancelot held his gaze, something softer than usual in his eyes. "It's been a while."

Sonic blinked, a bit caught off guard—then his smile turned just a little shy. "Yeah... felt long for me too."

Their embrace lingered a little longer before Lancelot finally cleared his throat and stepped back, just slightly.

Lancelot gestured toward the castle. "Shall I escort you inside? The knights will want to know you've returned."

"Only if we get to spar again after," Sonic said, his voice slipping into that familiar playful challenge. "I wanna see if you've gotten rusty."

Lancelot arched a brow. "You were watching earlier. Did I seem rusty?"

Sonic shrugged, already walking beside him toward the inner keep. "I dunno. Gawain did almost land a hit."

Lancelot gave him a look, mock offense with a touch of pride. "That was a feint."

"Sure it was."

"You doubt me?"

"I live to doubt you."

"You live dangerously."

Sonic flashed a sideways grin. "That's what makes me fun."

As they reached the edge of the training yard, Sonic's footfalls light beside him, Lancelot allowed himself a rare moment of indulgence.

"I'm surprised you're here alone. What about Shadow?" Lancelot asked.

Sonic smiled, " He was busy handling a mission. I asked him if I could come, and he said yes. I was a little surprised he was so willing, but hey, now I get to be here!"

"Oh, wait, what about Arthur? I came to see him too."

Lancelot smiled, "You came a bit too early, he is visiting a nearby town currently."

"Why didn't you go with him?"

"He said he needed me here, with Merlina gone, the land is more peaceful, and he doesn't trust anyone else to be here taking care of everything until he comes back. If it's a mission we knights will go."

Sonic nodded, he supposed, considering they are married, Lancelot is practically a King too, ruling Camelot with Arthur.

"You know," Lancelot said, voice almost offhanded, "Shadow may trust you..."

Sonic glanced up at him, brows raised.

"...But he shouldn't trust me," Lancelot finished, tone suddenly playful, eyes glinting as he cast Sonic a sidelong look.

Sonic blinked, then barked out a laugh, with a slight redness to his face. "Lance!"

Lancelot laughed softly. It was rare to hear it so freely, but with Sonic at his side, he no longer guarded his mirth as tightly.

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The corridors of Camelot were a bit calm. Less busy during midday—most of the court occupied with duties, meals, or drills. But Sonic knew exactly where to go. His feet carried him down the marble halls with a bounce in his step, blue quills catching the sunlight through the tall stained glass.

It had been too long since he'd seen them—his old companions, the fellow knights of the Round Table. He rounded the corner near a main hall, and he found them.

"Percival!" Sonic called, lifting an arm in a wave.

Percival turned first. She stood at the edge of the room, her stance elegant even when relaxed. Her eyes lit up.