Caspian realized then that while he might never be the one in the history books, he was the only one with a girl on his arm at the end of the day.
His luck began to shift when he met , the brilliant but prickly royal mage. She was currently cursing a pile of ancient scrolls that refused to translate themselves.
"You’re a terrible squire, Caspian," she whispered. "But you’re a decent man. Now, help me carry this idiot knight back to the castle. We have a date at the tavern tonight." Love Esquire – RPG/Dating Sim/Visual Novel Free...
"Need a hand with those, milady?" Caspian asked, leaning against a pillar and trying to look more 'dashing' than 'exhausted servant.'
"I’m not much of a hero," Caspian yelled, his knees shaking. "But she's got a lot of reading to do, and you're in the way!" Caspian realized then that while he might never
The turning point came when a massive Orc Chieftain cornered them in the Whispering Woods. Sir Hugh had managed to get himself knocked unconscious by a falling branch. Caspian stood between the Orc and a startled Beatrice, armed with nothing but a dented pot lid and a dull butter knife.
He didn't win by strength. He won by being the best squire in the world—he used a smoke bomb he’d crafted from Hugh’s ruined laundry and tripped the Orc into a ravine. "You’re a terrible squire, Caspian," she whispered
The humble squire didn't want to save the world; he just wanted to find a date before the fast-approaching war started. While his master, the golden-haired (and incredibly dense) Sir Hugh, practiced his "heroic poses" in the mirror, Caspian was busy scrubbing blood off shields and wondering if any woman in the kingdom of Caerulia would ever look at him without laughing.