The set was a bustle of activity as Amara and Elara arrived, led by a still-slightly-irritated Marisol. Amara stifled a grin as she saw the impressive medieval town backdrop complete with stone towers, banners fluttering in the nonexistent wind, and all the drama the film crew could muster at nine in the morning.
Elara, in her knight's armor, adjusted her helmet and gave Amara a teasing look. "Ready for your date, Sir Rowan?"
"Oh, thrilled," Amara replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she dusted off the nobleman's cloak she wore. "There's nothing quite as invigorating as pretending to woo a noblewoman you absolutely despise."
Elara's mouth twitched with a smirk. "Try not to fall in love with her."
"Oh, don't worry," Amara said with a wink, "I'd hate to make a certain knight jealous."
