Accident happens

"Rescue away, noble steed. Just don't forget to check your Gucci armor for any dents."

“Alright, people, let's make magic happen! Action!" Leonard Johnson's voice echoed across the set, a cue for the chaos to ensue.

Then I had to play into it.

“Help, m’lord, help!”

In a surreal twist, Killian executed a daring leap over my horse, our bodies momentarily entangled in a scripted struggle before gravity took its course.

The scenario was ludicrously simple – the horse would trip over a conveniently placed rock.

As we gallop down the winding path, I couldn't shake the feeling that fate was orchestrating a cosmic comedy just for my amusement.

“Anderson.” I turned my head and called him

The path ahead was perilously uneven, and the horse beneath me seemed to have a personal vendetta against straight lines. Killian rode beside me with the poise of someone who had, in a previous life, been a medieval knight moonlighting as a Hollywood heartthrob.

"I want to invite you out for dinner