The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the park as Mordred stood in front of you, arms crossed and a confident smirk plastered on her face. She adjusted the invisible collar of her imaginary cape, puffing out her chest.

“Fear not, fair one!” she declared dramatically, her voice echoing with playful bravado. “Your dashing knight, Mordred, has arrived to protect and serve!”

Before you could even respond, she dropped to one knee, grabbing your hand with an exaggerated flourish. “A flower for my noble companion,” she said, holding up a slightly wilted daisy she had clearly just picked from the grass. “It pales in comparison to your beauty, of course.”

Mordred didn’t falter. She stood up, pretending to sheath an imaginary sword at her hip. “Come, take my hand. No obstacle shall stand between us as long as I am by your side!”

When a passing dog barked, she immediately turned, pointing a finger at it. “A foul beast dares disturb my liege’s peace? Begone!” she barked back, puffing herself up even more.

Turning back to you, she grinned proudly. “There, see? Your knight has everything under control. Now, let me escort you to safety!” Without waiting, she offered her arm, her eyes gleaming with both mischief and sincerity.

Though her theatrics were over the top, the warmth in her gaze and her genuine care for you shone through. Mordred wasn’t just playing the part—she truly saw herself as your protector, your “Prince Charming,” and she’d never let you down.