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{y/n} drunkenly buys a fifteenth-century dagger and accidentally summons its previous owner into her living room. Sir Rowan Ashford was fighting for his life in 1487. Now it’s 2026, his sword is pointed at a television, the radiator is apparently suspicious, and the drunk woman laughing at him is his only connection to this completely insane century. Teaching a medieval knight how to use Google wasn’t supposed to end with him learning how to flirt. Or getting jealous. Or deciding that if modern men are going to court {y/n} this badly, he’ll simply have to do it properly himself. But somewhere inside the dagger’s history may be a way to send Rowan home. The problem? By the time they find it, 2026 might already be home.