A Knight to Remember (Or Forget)

Previously

…“Showtime,” Aurelia breathed, taking my hand. Together, we walked towards the dazzling lights, towards the roar of the expectant crowd, ready to prove that sometimes, the greatest heroism lies not in slaying dragons, but in making them laugh. And I, Sir Reginald, the knight who tripped over his own armor, was finally ready to embrace the spotlight. Who knew that a life of pratfalls and punchlines could be so much more rewarding than a life of noble quests? And with Aurelia by my side, and a fire-breathing roadie in the wings, I had a feeling this was going to be a night to remember. Or, at the very least, a night to forget all about being a knight.