"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!" Love Esquire – RPG/Dating Sim/Visual Novel Free...
Beatrice peered over her spectacles. "Unless you’ve spent the last decade studying Forbidden Arcana, Squire, I doubt you can help. But... you do have hands. Carry these to the library." "Need a hand with those, milady
Over the next few weeks, Caspian played a dangerous game of multitasking. By day, he was in the mud, frantically tossing health potions to Sir Hugh during monster raids—literally staying alive by the skin of his teeth. By evening, he was "borrowing" the finest wines from the castle cellar to share with Beatrice during her late-night study sessions. By day, he was in the mud, frantically
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.
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.
"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."