The knight, clad in his traditional silver armor, with the crest of a red and blue dragon, surrounded by yellow stripes, stood on his steed at the edge of the Tournament field. He balanced himself carefully on his horse and he prepared to be introduced to the crowd. He scanned the crowd, with hsi metal visor raised. he didn't spot anyone he recognized. Then again, why would he? he was from a foreign kingdom. That of Erros, far to the East of this land, Barbate.
As he was introduced Sir Erik Hammersmith of Erros, the crowd roared with approval. As he looked to the more noble lady who were sitting in the arena box, he noticed they all were either taken, or had many, many night gathered around them. He was not really concerned with them. They were prissy and arrogant, and snobby. He did not have time for them. he was after a more simple, common, and rare prize. The one commoner selected to hand the foreign night a bouquet.
He had heard rumors that this woman was the most beautiful of all common woman. She was the best of the worst, many said. He stood up in his stirrups and looked out over the field. He finally spooted her coming to meet him. He smiled and removed his helmet, as was the custom in the land. He dismounted the horse and stood still, awaiting her and her flowers.