Roy sat poised atop his mighty steed. His steel suit of armor gleamed in the early morning sun. His squire Rony pulled up carrying the necessary jousting weapons: swords, shield, lance. Rony tied his hair back and pulled it under the plumed hat that matched his mustard and burgundy tights; he picked up the long sword and carefully drew towards his gallant big brother.

"Today my dear Rony," Roy said as he picked up the sword the latter handed him, "today I shall leave this field with honor and glory and win the hand of the fair Elizabeth."

Rony stifled a laugh and looked out to his brother’s mighty opponent, an old creaky windmill that stood lonely in the distance. "You sure you wanna do this man?"

"Of course I want to do this!" the knight responded, his gaze fixed in the same direction, to a golden scaled giant dragon sleeping by an abandoned fortress, his treasure trove glittering beneath him. "Look at him, the repulsive bastard wreaking terror on all the lonely damsels of our land, stealing our gold. I shall pierce my sword into his flesh and draw out his last fiery breath. Oh Rony can you taste it? The glory? Like sugary churros and hot chocolate."

The loyal squire’s eyes were still fixed to the distance, where he saw no such dragon, no such fortress, no such gold. There was a windmill with a large propeller, slowly spinning away the endless hours. "Roy that's not..." He was interrupted by the stamping of horses shaking the earth. A parade of knights, entertainers, food sellers, and curious villagers drew up at the site. Leading the procession was Elizabeth in her ivory cream gown and copper color corset, her hands violently gripping the reins of her rainbow haired My Little Pony.

"Roy!" She screamed as she dismounted, tripping as she pushed Rony aside and reached out at the tall knight on horse back. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Ah mistress of my heart, my lovely love, does this not please you?" Roy lifted the latch of his helmet and looked down at the red faced maiden.

"Please me? Are you off fighting windmills again? You’re a mother fucking circus attraction!" she screamed amid a flurry of hand gestures, pointing towards the crowd settling under the trees taking bets, selling churros and spreading out their blankets for the anticipated jousting show. Elizabeth’s own sister, the Lady Melissa, was ringleader among the impatiently gathering people, charging ten silver coins for relics from the knight's previous battles, mostly torn sword bits and smashed shields.

"Windmills? My foolish love, such an imagination. Does that fire breathing villain out there not frighten you? The despicable, dastardly creature! Not to worry my beautiful; I shall return the victor and we will run off and make babies and they’ll sing about our undying -"

"Roy for the love of god shut the fuck up!" She screamed. She turned to Rony, wearing his usual half amused, half bored expression, his head resting on the hilt of a sword stuck into the ground. "Can’t you do something?!"

Rony shrugged. "He’s set on fighting. He keeps talking about some dragon. Personally I’m not looking forward to tending Sir Shits A Lot’s wounds again like some little lap dog…"

Elizabeth stared at him, a helpless look spreading over her angry features.

Lady Melissa rushed to them, "Is he starting soon? I’ve got a good business going, but I’m running out of relics. Get it going!" she said, rushing off again as possible customers fingered some objects spread out on her quilt.

Elizabeth glanced up at Roy, seemingly locked in an impressive staring contest with his formidable opponent waiting at a distance. "Roy…"

The knight broke his gaze and met hers‘. "Worry not my sweet, I shall return to you. And now, clear off… Rony, my shield… and off I ride before he wakes and gives me a tougher battle!"

"But, but," Elizabeth sputtered, enveloped in a cloud of dust as the gallant knight took off. She turned and stood next to Rony, watching as Roy rode off towards the windmill.

A light trot interrupted their concentration and they acknowledged the knight Jose arriving with his banner and weapons. "Oh shit. Am I late? Did I miss it?" They and the crowd watched as Roy plunged his sword into the windmill.