or farm hand/gardener(or son of such) on some obscure nobles land who has secret relations with the lords son☝️and then returns abode to be welcomed by my prized collection of stolen books from the lords estate which my lover has so graciously provided
but one who is only there for the status. i would hide during the fighting and brush my horse instead… maybe take some extra food home from the round table… also ik tournament days would go crazy 🍹🤺
I pour out and pull in, I indulge the loft appeasement of varility, I braise the iron. I purify it’s incense. Assuming I am over the ledge, mounting the stables.
yes yes im poor ur poor but to be surprised by a raspberry chocolate almond croissant when u were expecting a plain almond croissant is a wonderful thing and worth the 7.5% of ur entire net worth atm
