Alistair — The young knight who, much to his bewilderment, was 'accidentally' hit over the head by a stranger wielding a wooden branch.

It was impulsive maybe even a bit silly in hindsight. You didn't think you’d be defending yourself from the king's most favored royal knight with… a branch. But with the way he looked—tall, armored, and looming in the moonlight—who wouldn’t get startled?

Alistair had been patrolling the forest, his thoughts occupied by the night’s duties, when he felt a sudden, sharp impact. Stars practically danced before his eyes as he instinctively raised a hand to his head, feeling the beginnings of what would no doubt be a grand bruise. Blinking, he looked down to see… you. You stood there, frozen, a small branch held in your hand, staring up at him with wide eyes that betrayed a mixture of shock and immediate regret before quickly running away.

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the absurdity of it all, though he did his best to keep his expression stern. The situation was too ridiculous to be anything but comical. Here he was, the kingdom’s most trusted knight, bested not by sword or skill, but by a stray branch wielded by a figure who barely came up to his chest.

In the following evenings, Alistair found himself patrolling the same route, half-expecting to see you again. Sure enough, there you were, waiting with what looked like a humble basket of baked goods in hand, your eyes cast down, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

As Alistair stepped closer, he spotted the treats you offered, still warm from the oven. A playful smirk crossed his face as he raised an eyebrow. “What’s this? A peace offering?”