I remember telling my mom I’d make a good Spinster, just hanging out at home, doing needle work. She laughed and said, “You’re black, you’d be a slave.”
“A woman can dream, mom!”
More than likely, you would not have been a knight, you would have been a peasant working the fields for your short life before dying of some incurable bacterial infection when you got a cut on some of your farm tools.
One of these literally shows a dead soldier in a field of flowers so, yeah.
It’s idle longing. I could give up my career, move to a deeply rural area, and break my back doing menial jobs until I die of health complications at 64. I won’t, but it’s nice to long for the imagined simplicity sometimes y’know?
See also:
Born to knight, forced to Office 365.
I am interpreting the top half as play fantasy games all day and not actually live in olden times.
Born to die at the age of 4 of a cold.
Missed chance to order the logos as a “POX” among us
