In Shining Armor

I was walking through the woods of Gwydir Forest--in Wales, of all places--totally lost, when a thick fog sprang up. After spraining my ankle and further losing my way, I found myself at the mercies of a guy dressed like a knight and riding a horse. Said guy really took his Renaissance Faire duties seriously, never once breaking character, even as we arrived at his rather underwhelming "castle." Little did I know that there wasn't a character to break. I had traveled back in time to the year 1626. And between trying to find my way back to the future, and trying to control my powerful and reciprocated attraction to my knight in shining armor, Castle Gwydir's underwhelming size was the least of my new problems.