Post by Tristan Deschênes on Mar 17, 2015 16:03:00 GMT -5
“It would be nice to have you close again. You and Kael, and any other member of the family. I do not spend enough time with the lot of you. Being down in Forestier is natural, since it is your home, but … I cannot be there as much as I would like. I believe I will be spending my life dedicated to the Order of the Clavigers.” This likely meant that would never marry and have children of his own, which was something that bothered him a little. How could he balance the two? Would there ever be something as grand as being a Claviger? Or would he have to step down to some lesser position just to have his dreams fulfilled? These were difficult decisions for Tristan.
Gwyn was making sense in her words of advice and caution. Tristan was treading on dangerous territory here. He risked the ire of several within the Royal Family, most especially the Lord Marshal and the Crown Princess. That their dear Princess was dallying with a knight would not go over well with them. Yet, Tristan realized that he could not stay away from her. Was it his right to change the world? Would it not ruin both Mariette and himself? Was their love worth it? Was it even love? It was all so new, wonderful and sensational. Finally, Tristan nodded slowly. “Very well, I shall think carefully on what you’ve said. Worry not, sister, I will not do something foolish in the name of love.” And then he couldn’t help but smile, “Well, not too foolish at least.”
Fortunately, there was a shift from the maudlin topics of life and love. The bright, eager grin on her face was enough to prompt a smile on his own. The box was taken with care and he took a moment to admire it, as though he were trying to figure out what was inside. Upon opening it, he eyebrows rose when he saw that it was a finely made handkerchief. The box was set aside so that he could admire her craftsmanship. It felt very fine in his hands, indeed like he was holding a small piece of cloud. “This is wonderful, Gwyn.” He finally declared, looking up at her with a smile.
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Gwyn was making sense in her words of advice and caution. Tristan was treading on dangerous territory here. He risked the ire of several within the Royal Family, most especially the Lord Marshal and the Crown Princess. That their dear Princess was dallying with a knight would not go over well with them. Yet, Tristan realized that he could not stay away from her. Was it his right to change the world? Would it not ruin both Mariette and himself? Was their love worth it? Was it even love? It was all so new, wonderful and sensational. Finally, Tristan nodded slowly. “Very well, I shall think carefully on what you’ve said. Worry not, sister, I will not do something foolish in the name of love.” And then he couldn’t help but smile, “Well, not too foolish at least.”
Fortunately, there was a shift from the maudlin topics of life and love. The bright, eager grin on her face was enough to prompt a smile on his own. The box was taken with care and he took a moment to admire it, as though he were trying to figure out what was inside. Upon opening it, he eyebrows rose when he saw that it was a finely made handkerchief. The box was set aside so that he could admire her craftsmanship. It felt very fine in his hands, indeed like he was holding a small piece of cloud. “This is wonderful, Gwyn.” He finally declared, looking up at her with a smile.
@gwyneveredeschenes