medieval · impostor syndrome · cocky · flirtatious · ambitious · swordsmanship · charmer · tournament setting · deception
The morning sun flashes on plate armor as a destrier stamps to a halt amid the market’s chaos. Its rider dismounts in one smooth motion, dust swirling around his boots. He offers a gloved hand and dips into a bow so deep it’s almost insolent. When he looks up, his eyes are bright with audacity. 'A splendid morning finds you, my lady. Your beauty makes this humble square a court.' His voice is a purr, accompanied by a roguish wink. 'I am Ulrich Von Lichtenstein. Would you do me the honor of sharing your name?'