୨⎯ "There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm." — Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark ⎯୧

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(y/n) POV:

Some say that love at first sight is a myth. A mere phantasmic notion about love, that is in reality, only delusional infatuation. Others have a point of view that is quite the opposite. They believe that love at first sight is the cornerstone of a relationship. That if you're lucky enough to experience it, then you'll surely find your soulmate, who will be experiencing the exact same feeling upon their first glance of you.

I've studied this phenomenon in my previous British literature class - which I consider to be my favorite class I've ever taken. A love at first sight shared between two people, destined to be lovers from their first meeting. This concept is heavily pondered and used in older texts, typically ones from the Middle Ages, so it isn't talked about as often or taken as seriously nowadays.

What are my beliefs about this concept, you might ask?

As a child, I believed in everything, no questions asked. As someone who grew up with many collections of fairytale books, and had an obsession with Disney movies, I believed in the ceaseless message presented by each of these; that life is truly beautiful if you have someone to experience it with. A lover, a prince charming, a knight in shining armor, whatever you wish to call it.

At least, I believed it until I started to grow out of my childhood, and into the real world.

Time and time again, I've given love so many chances. I've been sedulous, even went as far as to put others needs and time before my own, hoping that it would be enough to finally find my person. My soulmate. But no, it was never enough. I was never enough.

So I stopped believing. I started settling for less with each relationship, and lowered my expectations every time. But the fact that I still chose to be in those relationships means that I was left clinging onto some hope that if not a happily ever after, I could at least have an iota of happiness. The part of me that used to believe in fairytales hasn't completely died, it's just been hidden all these years.

But now, in these most last few seconds, it's begun to resurface.

Obi-Wan Kenobi. I've never heard a name like that before. It's unique, one that I'll definitely remember.

The moment I laid my eyes on him, I felt something I have never once felt before in my life. Maybe it was a vertiginous emotion, or just an ache in my chest, or both. I couldn't describe it. But I've vaguely heard people talk about it; that peculiar sensation inside of your chest that engulfs your heart, and the experience is so rapturous and thrilling, that it may even cause momentary pain because of the weight it holds. Many people don't believe this to be true, but it is considered the feeling two people have when they experience love at first sight.

And I think it just happened to me.

After dumbly staring at Obi-Wan in awe for longer than I should have, I finally reached my hand forward to shake his own, which he was holding out for me.

"It's nice to meet you, I-I'm (y/n)." I laughed nervously, already mortified with myself for stuttering and acting like a lovesick loon in front of him.

Calm down, (y/n). You only just met him, and you're already in a relationship, I reminded myself, questioning if the love at first sight thing is just all in my head now that I'm actually talking to him and have snapped out of my daze. It's too ridiculous to be true, how could two people fall in love upon first glance?

He grinned at my response and slowly released my hand before taking a seat at the large table and removing the placement card, "(y/n)." He repeated in affirmation. "That is a very beautiful name."

I smiled shyly in response and took a seat across from him at the table.

"Am I the first person here?" I asked curiously, noting how it seemed like no one else had been in this room yet because of how neat and tidy the materials were, as if they hadn't been used at all.

He nodded and sighed as he took his laptop out of a brown leather satchel, placing it in front of himself. "It seems literature isn't quite as popular a subject for tutoring as mathematics or science. But now I finally have my first student." He smiled warmly once more, giving me a comforting feeling. "And it looks like you have me all to yourself." He chuckled.

I knew he was referring to the fact that I'm the only student here, but I couldn't help but blush from his words anyways.

I mentally scolded myself again. What am I doing? He's my tutor, for crying out loud. I've only known him for about three minutes. But I feel so comfortable and safe around him; his presence and energy are so radiant, and soft and gentle. But hidden beneath that, I'm also sensing passion; a fire inside of him that serves as his motivator, but it also makes me think that he likes mischief and getting into trouble every now and then.

And that's also why I believe he's purposely saying these things that could be interpreted in more than one way. He's obviously a flirt and ridiculously charming, I've learned, from only a few conversations.

I laughed nervously in agreement to his statement and took out my own laptop as well.

I remember how much I didn't want to be here at first, but Obi-Wan has such a positive and compelling energy to him. Maybe this won't be a bad experience at all. It will definitely be a nice distraction from my reality outside of this, at least.

I opened up my laptop and set it up to the google document with my currently blank essay page. "I'm having trouble getting started with my essay for stretch English." I sighed, feeling a knot tighten in my chest upon seeing my void document. It frustrates me that I've lost my touch for writing so much that I can't even write the first sentence.

Obi-Wan hummed, "Well then, let's start there, shall we?" He leaned over the table slightly to turn my laptop sideways so we could both have a good view of it. I waited patiently as he silently read through the essay prompt and instructions at the top of the screen.

I also took the time to really look at him and analyze his features. Even when he wasn't looking at me, I still felt mesmerized by his sea blue eyes, like if I gazed at them long enough, I'd never be able to look away. Not to mention his gorgeous accent, his gentle voice. How could one human be so beguiling?

Eventually he hummed and repeated the prompt out loud to himself, "To what extent does the text Sir Gawain and The Green Knight uphold the Code of Chivalry and why?" He chuckled and leaned back in his seat for a moment, stroking his stubble. "I remember writing this essay when I was a student here."

I looked at him with a surprised expression, "You attended Coruscant University?"

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It would make sense if he chose to tutor at a college he's been to and is familiar with.

He nodded, "Aye, that I did. And although I love literature deeply and wanted to tutor for it, I was not a literature major." He admitted, which surprised me even more.

I let out a short laugh, "Could've fooled me. So, what did you study?" I asked curiously.

He smiled, "Mechanical engineering. It is a field that has always been natural for me, besides writing. The classes I took predominantly focused on the basics of mechanical engineering. And I was enthralled by every bit of it; the generation, distribution, and use of energy, the processing of materials, the control and automation of manufacturing systems, the design and development of machines, and the solutions to environmental problems...."

I couldn't help but grin as he spoke so passionately about his major as a student. The way he described it all and rambled happily about his knowledge gave me a comforting feeling, and brought me pure delight to know that he loves his studies, just as I do my own.

Eventually he stopped himself mid sentence, and laughed softly, shaking his head. "I apologize for rambling. I suppose I could truly talk about mechanical engineering all day. Though, not many people find it as fascinating as I do."

I shrugged, "I think it's pretty cool, even if I don't understand any of it." I may not be in any position or have any basic knowledge to have a conversation about mechanical engineering, but Obi-Wan seems so excited while talking about it, and to me that instantly makes the conversation more interesting.

He brightened at my comment. "I'm glad to know. Anyways, I apologize as well for getting off track." He gestured to my computer, "My first question is, what is the main reason as to why you've had trouble getting started on this essay? Usually once the root cause is identified and broken down, it can become a simpler process to move forward."

His choice of words made him sound a bit like a therapist, which almost made me giggle. But he does have a point. The truth is, I've been avoiding the root cause because I don't want to actually believe that I've lost my touch for writing, or that it's genuinely become too difficult for me, which has never been a problem. I understand that it's only the first English class I've taken at this university—not to mention how early in the semester it currently is—and that I can't be perfect at everything, but writing has always been my forte, as people call it. My passion.

I sighed, and began clicking the end of my pen which I had pulled out of my bag. "I'm not sure I can identify the main reason. I've always excelled in writing, ever since I picked up my first pencil. Yes, there have been many moments where I've been stumped or have had writers block, but it's never been this onerous. I hardly have the motivation to type the first word."

Obi-Wan listened patiently and attentively the whole time, but at the end his eyebrows rose like he was suddenly hit with a new thought. "Perhaps that is the reason." He suggested. "You have lost your motivation. From what I've been hearing so far, it seems to me that you are very passionate about this subject, and each new writing opportunity thrills you. Motivation is a key component in this; if you don't have it, then the process can become ten times more excruciating."

I never thought about it that way. My assumption was that the work had gotten too complex since I was now in a university, but what if that's just an excuse I've been giving myself? What if I really have lost my motivation?

"I guess that makes sense." I agreed in a slightly dispirited tone. "It's been tough to find motivation for anything lately." I chuckled wryly, but soon regretted my words after I had said them.

I usually avoid telling my personal issues, or oversharing, because it's never received well. People either become uncomfortable, or their view of me will change, or they'll use the information against me in any scenario possible. I find it easier to simply not share anything I consider to be personal or confidential, that way I won't be abased or rejected because of it.

I haven't even told Destiny about every dark, difficult moment in my life. More specifically, my issues with Clovis. Even though I'm sure she's already aware that something is going on and is waiting for me to spill. But it's not something I can just easily converse about.

Of course, we don't force each other to reveal information we're not comfortable with sharing, but aside from that I know she assumes we tell each other everything since that was a promise we made long ago. Unfortunately I haven't been able to hold up my end of it recently.

Obi-Wan's expression became concerned, "Why is that?" He pressed in a gentle voice.

I shook my head, attempting to brush off my previous comment. "It's nothing. I guess classes have been more difficult than I realized, and I've hardly had any free time. And I'm in a bit of a rough patch with my boyfriend." Once again, the words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. But I felt like I could talk to Obi-Wan so easily; he wasn't being forceful, and so far not judgmental about anything.

He rose an eyebrow, "That doesn't seem like nothing to me. If it matters to you, then it isn't nothing."

That's the exact opposite of what Clovis says to me. As of recently, if I ever complain to him or attempt to share an issue I'm dealing with, he always evaluates it to determine if it's important enough for his or even my time. But he does it in such a manipulative way that always has me questioning the worth of my problems, and if I should try to fix them or just ignore them and keep it all bottled up.

He often tells me in an imperious tone that those who constantly complain are the scum of the earth, and that thousands of other people have it worse than I do, so none of my issues compare to theirs. And it makes me feel horrible when he says those kinds of words, and I start to wonder if any of my problems matter at all.

I sighed, "Thank you, but it really isn't that bad. I'm sure once we figure things out, I'll be able to focus on my writing more." I assured him.

I could tell from his doubtful expression that my answer didn't satisfy him, but he didn't push it any further. Instead he simply nodded, "Well, I wish you the best on that matter. Anyway, another key component to starting an essay such as this is that you must truly be able to perceive the novel it is based on, as well as the assignments instructions, of course."

He grabbed my laptop and turned it slightly more towards me, making me look back to my screen, "Could you pull up the text you're reading so we can take a look at it together?" He asked with an endearing smile as I looked back up at him, only then noticing how he had leaned further over the table to get a better look at my laptop, creating a smaller distance between us than before.

I nodded and lowered my gaze, searching through my bookmarked pages on safari until I found the PDF of Sir Gawain and The Green Knight.

I understand why many people may not favor this book, but I personally enjoyed reading it. Or at least, attempting to read it. I've had to familiarize myself with middle English once again, thankfully having had past knowledge from Romeo and Juliet and Much Ado About Nothing.

While I do agree that adapting to middle English for these books can be extremely mundane at times, I still enjoy it; the thrill and intrigue of learning an ancient dialect used centuries ago by many significant people and aspiring poets.

"Ah, there we go." Obi-Wan hummed when the PDF finally loaded onto my screen. "Regarding your essay prompt, to what extent do you believe this text upholds the Code of Chivalry? If you've thought of an answer, that is."

I nodded, "I have. I believe it upholds the Code of Chivalry to no extent, but instead critiques it." I declared confidently, having in fact thought this answer out almost the exact moment I was given the prompt.

Obi-Wan looked surprised at my response. "That isn't usually what I hear." He chuckled. "But it is good that you have an argument prepared. The next step is evidence; have you found any sections of the text or specific quotes to back up your argument?"

"Yes." I said in a determined voice, instantly scrolling to the page with the first piece of evidence I had thought about selecting for the essay. "I have two, actually. The first one I found is near the end of the book when Gawain battles the Green Knight for the second time. The Green Knight delivers two fake blows to Gawain's head with his axe, and berates him for flinching."

(75-76, XIII)

The other, as he flinched, the axe from falling stayed—

He doth reprove that prince in proud and scornful mood:

"Thou art not Gawain whom men aye deem so good, Who never waxed afraid, by mountain, or by vale, Now, ere thou feelest hurt, for fear thine heart doth fail; Such cowardice in such Knight I never thought to know; I never flinched nor fled, when thou didst aim thy blow, I made no parleying there, within King Arthur's hall, My head rolled to my feet, I shewed no fear withal."

(75-76, XIII)

Obi-Wan nodded, listening intently. "And why do you believe this moment critiques the Code of Chivalry rather than upholds it?" He questioned curiously; not because he was confused or disagreed with my point, but to ensure I had a premeditated claim for my argument.

And I did. I tend to get very....passionate, when arguing for these kinds of prompts. The main reason being is that I've studied the Code of Chivalry and customs of the middle ages, and a big portion of it is very frustrating. So it brings out my more opinionated side, which I don't get the luxury of showing very often.

"Well, for starters, the Green Knight is admonishing Gawain for flinching after swinging an axe at his head. I mean, how ridiculous is that? The Code of Chivalry says that 'combat is glory', and 'battle is the test of Kighthood'. This moment in the text is clearly critiquing the Code because of the unrealistic expectations that Knights—or rather, men in general—had to follow in this time period. Knight or not, Gawain is still human. And the fact that he's expected to not flinch when an axe is being swung at his head is not only absurd, but completely delusional. It isn't possible, anyone would flinch if they were in that position."

I didn't realize I was running out of breath until I finished my little ramble. I felt embarrassed to have gotten so heated in my explanation, but Obi-Wan didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he seemed rather amused by it.

He laughed, "You've certainly studied this book very thoroughly. And believe me, that is a first compared to the past students I've tutored. Most of the time, I'll be lucky if they've even read the first page."

His praise made me smile. It's not often that I get complimented for thoroughly studying the books in my literature classes.

"That is a very good argument, as well." He went on, "Eventually you will need to use your evidence to form a thesis and topic sentence, but we can get to that later. Is there another piece of evidence you've found?" He asked. "With two of them, I can help you begin your first body paragraph."

I nodded, and scrolled up through each page on my computer to look for another specific part. "This section takes place a bit earlier in the book; after Gawain spends his first night at the castle, and awakens to find the host's wife in his room. She flirts with him for a while and later pressures him into kissing her before he leaves for the day, telling him that he can't be the real Gawain if he doesn't do so."

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"May He who speedeth speech reward thee well, I trow,
But that ye be Gawain I much misdoubt me now," —
"And wherefore?" quoth the knight in fashion frank and fair
Fearing lest he have failed in custom debonaire:
The lady blessed him then, and spake as in this wise:
"Gawain so good a knight is holden in all eyes,
So clad in courtesie is he, in sooth, that ne'er
Had he thus holden speech for long with lady fair
But he had craved a kiss by this, his courtesie,
Or trifling token ta'en at the end of converse free!"
Then quoth Gawain: "Ywis, if this ye fitting deem
I'll kiss at your command, as doth a knight beseem."

(44, VIII)

I grabbed my water bottle out of my bag as I started my explanation, "The Code of Chivalry says that courtesy must be given to all ladies, but in this case, it is very obviously being critiqued since a married noble woman is pressuring a Knight into kissing her. In most societies during those times, both of their heads could've been offed for that." I huffed, leaning back in my seat. "But either way, a Knight can't refuse a lady's wish, which I find to be absurd. They only just met and she's already pestering him to kiss her." I scoffed, taking a sip of my water.

This moment in the book irritated me more than others. Code or not, no one should be coerced into doing something like that. Even if they want to do it, it should be their decision.

Obi-Wan nodded thoughtfully, resting his chin on top of the knuckles on one of his hands. "You know, what I find interesting about this moment is their interactions, and the way they choose to go about their feelings." He leaned over the table slightly, a smile forming on his lips, "You know what love at first sight is, correct?"

He asked his question right as I was about to swallow a large intake of water, causing me to choke on my sip. I desperately did my best to not spit any of it out and make a bigger fool of myself, which only made me cough profusely.

The universe must hate me.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Obi-Wan laughed as he watched me, half entertained and half concerned, as I attempted to pull myself together.

"Never better." I rasped while massaging my throat, silently praying that he didn't think the timing of that entire moment was non-coincidental. "And to answer your question," I spoke after I had a chance to catch my breath, "Yes, I do know what love at first sight is." I answered, unsure of where he was going with that question.

He laughed again, "I only ask because many authors and literary scholars have used that concept to critique this moment in the book.
And I think it may be a helpful addition to your argument." He explained. "Some believe Gawain and the host's wife shared a love at first sight, which is why they were immediately very intimate with each other, and had unending conversations for hours. They could connect so easily on a deeper, emotional level, and comfortably make jests in each other's presence."

"Huh." I nodded slowly, actually finding this little fact to be quite interesting. Even I didn't know this.

"However," He continued, "They went about their potential love the wrong way. They were both impatient—especially the host's wife—and wanted to quickly take their growing relationship to a further level with having barely explored it. Most people assume having a love at first sight means that all the work is done, which is not at all true. It is only the first step, which gives two people the chemistry they need to grow together. Having chemistry does not mean having a bond; that is something very valuable that needs to be created through time and effort."

Obi-Wan spoke so earnestly, each word more genuine than the last. I didn't even realize I was grinning until he finished.

"Sounds like someone is quite the love enthusiast." I joked.

He laughed quietly and shook his head, "Believe me, I am nowhere near that." He then looked up at the clock in the corner of the room, and rose his eyebrows in surprise, "My goodness, an hour has passed already."

My eyes widened and I looked up at the clock as well, but then sighed in relief when I saw that it was only four o'clock. It's still pretty light outside, so I'll have time to go home before Clovis throws a fit.

Obi-Wan rose an eyebrow, "Somewhere you need to be?" He chuckled.

I laughed nervously and slowly closed my laptop, "I promised my boyfriend I would be back in time for dinner. And I want to get there before he eats the rest of my chex mix." I stood up out of my seat and packed up the rest of my belongings.

Obi-Wan stood up as well, grabbing his pristine black leather jacket and putting it on. "Well, you'd best get home then. I do certainly hope this session was helpful for you." He smiled warmly, and his blue eyes gleamed as he waited for my confirmation.

"It was great, and thank you so much for the help." I thanked him, sincerely grateful that he gave me some inspiration and insight to start my essay. "I didn't expect to have this good of an experience, but you're definitely different from all the other tutors I've seen so far." I admitted.

"In what way?" He questioned curiously, tilting his head slightly.

I shrugged, "They all seemed so....bland. I was worried if I ended up with one of them, then I wouldn't be able to focus or feel comfortable. But you're different," I repeated, "You have so much more energy, and are thrilled about your studies." I laughed as I remembered how old some of the other tutors looked, "You're also a lot younger, and much better looking." Once again, the words slipped out before I could stop them.

He smirked amusedly, crossing his arms over his chest, "Is that so?"

My cheeks turned bright red when I realized what I had said, "Uh, I mean in the sense that, you look more interested in the subject than the others." I smiled awkwardly, concealing every urge I had to make myself vanish into thin air.

His features never once changed. My efforts to mend my mistake seemed to only entertain him more. "Well, I'm glad to know you find me much more....appealing, than the others."

Keeping my head ducked as much as I could, I said a quick goodbye to him and all but scurried out of the room, hoping the tint in my cheeks would fade quickly.

As I said before, it's become apparent that he knows the effect he has on most women. And, who can blame them? Anyone would be lying if they said they didn't think he was incredibly charming.

But the logical side of me was impelling me to remember that I just met him only an hour ago. I hardly know anything about him. It's one thing to find someone to be attractive, but I can't let it go further than that. Not only do I already have a boyfriend who I've been extremely loyal to—though he hardly deserves it—but it's not like Obi-Wan could ever feel any sort of attraction to me. He probably just sees me as another student he has to tutor.

And anyways, I'm becoming less and less confident about the love at first sight nonsense I threw together in my head right after I met him. It was probably just a short-lived infatuation that will go away the next morning.

Our time together today was only a short spell, but it was truly lovely to meet and talk to someone who understands my passion for writing, and has others of his own as well. He's very intriguing, affectionate, and definitely has more to him than what's on the surface. And because of that, I can't help but want to discover more of who he is.

Obi-Wan POV:

I triple-checked my surroundings to be sure I hadn't left anything in my tutoring room. With a satisfied nod that I had remembered all of my belongings and left the room organized and tidy for the next day, I shut off the light and locked the door.

I wasn't prepared for the icy gusts of wind that engulfed my body as I left the student union. I pulled my jacket further over myself, and hurried to my car.

Faculty just just had to make tutoring hall end at six in the evening.

The tutors are required to stay the entire time, so we're all forced to leave when break of dusk begins, and the temperature drops.

The cold crisp of nighttime autumn bit at my skin, burning each and every one of my bones. Frost layered the tips of grass surrounding the campus, and the foliage was icy at this time of night. Though, this also meant that the air was much more calm than normal. A vastly glacial serenity, that I would appreciate more if not for my current shuddering.

The vibration of my phone startled me just as I got to my car. I quickly opened the door and huddled myself into the safety of the humid warmth after turning on the heat.

"Hello?" I asked, still shivering from the cold.

"Obi-Wan." A warm, and comforting voice replied. "I'm glad you picked up. I hope I'm not disturbing you from anything."

I smiled, and felt an affectionate warmth envelop my chest. "Not at all. I'm happy you called, Qui-Gon."

Qui-Gon; my adoptive father, and best friend. I didn't expect him to call, but it is nonetheless a pleasant surprise.

He hummed in response, "I wanted to check in with you. We haven't spoken in a while."

I shut my eyes as a tinge of guilt racked through my chest. Come to think of it, I don't remember speaking with Qui-Gon at all this month. I hadn't meant for that, but time slipped by me quicker than I realized, and whenever I did consider calling him, I couldn't think of a way to start the conversation.

"I didn't realize how much time had passed." I admitted with a sigh. "I'm sorry I haven't called. Work and finalizing a deal with my mortgage lender have taken up much of my time." I leaned back in my seat and reveled in the rising temperature of heat in the car.

Qui-Gon sighed on the other end, "Obi-Wan, I've told you that I can help with the down payment. It's really no trouble."

I shook my head even though he couldn't see, "Aye, you know I appreciate that—and I will ask for help if need be—but this is something I want to do on my own."

These last few months were very rough for me, and part of the reason is because I had to move out of the home I used to live in. Qui-Gon was able to help me find a fairly affordable house quickly, but I refused to let him pay the down payment for the mortgage on the house. I felt that I needed to that part myself.

"If you insist." He resigned in a defeated tone. "Aside from that, how are you holding up?" He asked gently.

I winced, knowing exactly what he was implying. Another reason for these utterly disastrous last few months is that my girlfriend and I parted ways, resulting in me moving out of her home and needing to find a new one. I was devastated, and could hardly think of doing anything, no less buying a new house. Ultimately our breakup was for the best, but that doesn't diminish the pain it brought both of us.

"I'm doing fine, I promise." I lied coolly, not particularly wishing to converse about this topic.

"Obi-Wan, I know you better than that." Qui-Gon's tone was firm but gentle. "You know you can call me at anytime, and I will always be there if you need a virtual shoulder to cry on." He chuckled lightheartedly.

I smiled, wishing he were here physically rather than just over the phone. He lives farther north, so I don't get to see him unless it's a holiday or special occasion. And ever since I moved out of my ex-girlfriends place, as well as changed jobs, I've been more lonely than I'd like to admit.

"Thank you." I murmured quietly.

"Always." He promised in his comforting, fatherly tone. "Now, what about your new tutoring job? How is that going?"

I suppose that is the one question I'm comfortable with answering. I've done tutoring on the side many years ago, but this is the first time I'm doing it as a temporary full-time job. And despite my hesitation, my first day wasn't bad at all.

"Surprisingly good." I mused. "I only had one student today; a brilliant lass, with an evident passion for her studies." I nodded slowly to myself, and then laughed quietly, "Slightly clumsy, too."

"Well, it sounds like you're off to a great start." He spoke kindly, and was clearly pleased to hear that something went right in my life today.

"I hope so." I agreed amiably.

I was glad to have met (y/n) today. While I do also appreciate her consistent effort and love for literature, she is certainly a very entertaining girl as well. My day brightened exponentially just from getting to know her.

I also get the sense that more lies beneath the surface of what I learned about her today. She seems very closed off. Untrusting. Yet, she has a warm and intimate disposition. All of which are very eccentric combinations. And because of that, I can't help but want to learn more about her.

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(a/n): FINALLY this chapter is done!😩 I'm appalled with myself at how long it took, but better late than never haha. I hope I did it justice and didn't make it too bland/rush anything. Idk there's always something I'm worried about but ANYWAYSSS this took me forever to write so please leave a vote and comment if you wish🥺❤️

Also lmao if you haven't read Sir Gawain and The Green Knight then those parts I referenced probably won't make sense, but I hope I at least did a good job of explaining it😂

And I promise more characters and more ✨drama✨in the next chapter (: