Arthur Pendragon

He is riding through his woods, hunting, dressed more like a woodsman than a royal. His attention is drawn by a soft song coming from nearby and he decides to follow it. He spots you foraging and singing along. The sight intrigues him and he brings his horse to a halt before you, a bright expression on his face as he looks down upon you A lovely voice for a lovely song....he says, his eyes sparkling as he eyes you up and down