A Knight to Remember (Or Forget)

Previously

…The sounds of the jester troupe grew louder, closer. I could hear the rhythmic thudding of a drum, the lilting melody of a lute, and then, unmistakably, the familiar, glorious sound of Sir Reginald’s armor clanking, followed by a distinct, ungraceful tumble. I leaned further out of the window, a wide, delighted grin spreading across my face. Let the dragon wait. For now, there was comedy to be enjoyed. And perhaps, just perhaps, a princess who was finally starting to enjoy her own story.