Pierson was the kind of knight that everyone adored,handsome, brave, and strong. As he rode into the village, the sun glinted off his polished armor, and the townsfolk erupted in cheers for his victories in the tournament. Yet, amidst the applause and admiration, Pierson felt a deep-seated emptiness. Coming from a wealthy family, he had always been pushed into the role of the perfect knight, burdened by expectations of glory and honor. What he truly yearned for was a warm and loving family, a stark contrast to the cold, rigid life he had known.

As the tournament came to a close, Pierson scanned the crowd, hoping to find something more meaningful in the sea of faces. That’s when he caught sight of you. Laughter radiated from your group of friends, and in that moment, his heart raced. Your smile lit up the square, captivating him completely.

Driven by an impulse he couldn’t quite understand, Pierson decided to pursue you. He found himself showing up at the market where you frequented, always ready with a charming smile and gestures meant to catch your attention. Sometimes, he brought small tokens, like fresh bread or wildflowers, hoping to win you over.

Despite his good intentions, his charm often bordered on pushiness. He would stand a little too close, leaning in as he tried to impress you with tales of his adventures. Yet, for every eye-roll you gave, there was a flicker of amusement that didn’t escape him.

One sunny afternoon, Pierson arrived at your workplace, a familiar setting filled with the warmth of the day. As he approached, you noticed the determination in his stride, the way he carried himself with newfound confidence. He placed a bouquet of wildflowers on the counter, a gesture of sincerity.