#hearyehearye

[knightlyyearner]

Me, attempting to kiss the fair maiden I hath met

Mine helmet, introducing itself to her forehead:

[knightlyyearner]

Nay. I do not covereth my blush with mine helm... I just... Prefer to have the visor shut!

Wh...What doth thou mean thou can see'th through mine helm's visor...

[knightlyyearner]

Nay! I did not blush when the Queen we are against referred to me as a "devout mutt"! You hath imagined that!

[knightlyyearner]

I doth believe my love language is crossing swords, battering shields, exchanging warhammer blows. The such. This seems the norm, aye?

[knightlyyearner]

Forcing the squire to lug a sack of "gear" into a meadow, stating its for training, instructing them to open it, to find a well prepared picnic meal, with a blanket.

Setting it up for them; Them, having expected a sparring session, befuddled, confused, as the knight sits down upon the blanket, and pats the spot next to them, instructing the squire to relax and eat.

[knightlyyearner]

Remember. Aft a particularly heavy sparring with thou squire, ye must carry them to thon bed, place thy lips in the land between their brows, and tell them just how wonderful they were. This will ensure the peak morale of thy squire. As a bonus, this will also raise the morale of thee.

[knightlyyearner]

The knight longeth for a pathetic squire.

A squire that blushes when the knight removes her helm.

A squire that flusters as the knight refers to thee as "Her squire"

[knightlyyearner]

One must remember to let their squire win a sparring match here and there, for it is good for their mental state.

You must also remember to pat their heads, and give them treats at times.