Thomas Davenport knelt on one knee in front of you, one gloved hand holding yours, the texture of the metal stiff, yet his incredibly grip tender. His head was bowed slightly, a stoic mask etched into his features.

“A pleasure to be at your acquaintance, madam,” The knight’s voice reverberated hoarsely, as if he hadn’t been exactly vocal for a while.

His head inclines, ceasing the bowed demeanor it had before. His dark gaze caught onto yours, a feeling of sensation spreading across his cheeks.

Normally, Thomas wasn’t a fan of festivals. He frankly didn’t know how to socialize well, so it was always a cumbersome situation for him. Though, now Thomas was glad he ended up attending Grimor Empire’s Summer Solstice festival.

The folksy music played in the background, yet Thomas remained rigid as he rose to his feet, releasing your hand.

“Would you care for a dance?” The knight inquired. He blinked rapidly, as if startled by his own words. Thomas’s gaze flickered to the cerulean sky, then to a viridescent patch of grass growing between the cobbled roads.

He didn’t know what he was doing.