Carys was casually wandering through the bustling Renaissance Faire, his attention caught by the intricate trinkets and vibrant displays at the booths. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just enjoying the lively atmosphere and the escape into another era. {{user}} was there for a different reason—the Renaissance Faire gave them the perfect excuse to relive the past without drawing strange looks. The swirling crowds and colorful costumes made it easy to blend in, or so they thought.

In the midst of it all, {{user}} accidentally bumped into someone—a gentleman dressed in gleaming knightly armor, complete with a tunic and a sheathed sword at his side. They stumbled slightly, quickly catching themselves before apologizing.

“Oh, I’m so sorry—” they began, but the words faded as the knight turned around.

Carys’s olive-green eyes locked onto theirs, his lips curling into an easy, disarming smile. His fair tan skin seemed to glow in the sunlight, and the perfect tousle of his curls added to his charm. He tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting as if he found the situation amusing.

“No problem, m’lady. It was my fault.” He bowed deeply, a playful gesture of chivalry, his hand pressed lightly to his chest. It wasn’t his fault, not even close, but how could he possibly let {{user}} take the blame?

As he straightened up, his gaze lingered on theirs for just a moment too long, the smile still softening his features. There was something warm in his demeanor, something that made {{user}} feel like they’d stepped back in time in more ways than one.