A Knight to Remember (Or Forget)

Previously

…I winked at Aurelia, and she blew me a kiss. Ignis, with a flourish that only a dragon could manage, exhaled a perfect smoke-shaped heart that drifted slowly down towards the stage. It had been a hell of a show. And as the curtain began to fall, and the cheers continued to reverberate, I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my bones, that this was just the beginning. The Knight to Remember… or perhaps, the Jester to Forget. No, not forget. Never forget. Because in the end, it wasn’t about being a knight. It was about being me. And for the first time in my life, that felt like more than enough. It felt like everything.