Post by Tristan Deschênes on Jan 15, 2018 15:24:13 GMT -5
The letter had arrived the other day. In a way, Tristan had felt it a long time coming. What they shared, truly, belonged in a dream or another time. Was it an infatuation? Was it love? Tristan wasn’t certain. What he did knew, however, was that as time moved on, Mariette moved further and further from his heart and mind. By the time the letter had arrived, she had been safely tucked away into the realm of warm memories and distant possibilities. Mariette’s thoughts seemed to mirror his own and that it included the ring he had entrusted her, told him that the dream had come to an end.
Indeed, many dreams as of late had come to an end. The Clavigers were disbanded and the Deverauxs removed from the Chateau. Practically all his fellow knights had left, but Tristan had not. The thought of Juliette being left unprotected filled him with dread. Immediately after the disbandment, Tristan had offered his services as a knight protector in service to the Deveraux family. His father had been furious with his decision. It was time for Tristan to move on to bigger and greater things, but Tristan remained steadfast and determined. He would not leave Juliette. He could not leave Juliette. For him, it was not about the grandness of being a Claviger. It was about doing what he felt was right in his soul.
The winter months had been typical. Tristan fulfilled all of his knightly duties and obligations. Above it all, he kept watch over Juliette and provided her company. Doing so had slowly become easier for him. Occasionally, he would stammer or stumble over his words, especially if she said something playful. Yet, she maintained a certain distance. No doubt, it was to maintain propriety. Distant, yes, but Tristan felt himself drawn closer to her despite it.
When Tristan had received the letter, the knight made himself scarce for the next few days. He needed time to put the dream to rest. Fortunately, it was now March and the days were warming. It made taking walks more enjoyable. On this particular day, though, he opted to train out in the yard. With his great sword in hand, he went through all of the motions with grace and accuracy. He started slow at first, but gradually, he increased his speed, pushing himself to the limit.
That, of course, worked up quite the sweat. The knight had long since abandoned his doublet in favor his tunic. The man stole a glance around and realized that, aside from passing servants, he was alone. As such, he saw no harm in removing his tunic for a few moments. The cool breeze felt refreshing on sweat coated muscle. Tristan tilted is head up to smile gently into the sun. The ring attached to a small chain about his neck gleamed in it, sharing the warmth.
For the first time in a long while, he felt at peace.
Juliette Deveraux
Indeed, many dreams as of late had come to an end. The Clavigers were disbanded and the Deverauxs removed from the Chateau. Practically all his fellow knights had left, but Tristan had not. The thought of Juliette being left unprotected filled him with dread. Immediately after the disbandment, Tristan had offered his services as a knight protector in service to the Deveraux family. His father had been furious with his decision. It was time for Tristan to move on to bigger and greater things, but Tristan remained steadfast and determined. He would not leave Juliette. He could not leave Juliette. For him, it was not about the grandness of being a Claviger. It was about doing what he felt was right in his soul.
The winter months had been typical. Tristan fulfilled all of his knightly duties and obligations. Above it all, he kept watch over Juliette and provided her company. Doing so had slowly become easier for him. Occasionally, he would stammer or stumble over his words, especially if she said something playful. Yet, she maintained a certain distance. No doubt, it was to maintain propriety. Distant, yes, but Tristan felt himself drawn closer to her despite it.
When Tristan had received the letter, the knight made himself scarce for the next few days. He needed time to put the dream to rest. Fortunately, it was now March and the days were warming. It made taking walks more enjoyable. On this particular day, though, he opted to train out in the yard. With his great sword in hand, he went through all of the motions with grace and accuracy. He started slow at first, but gradually, he increased his speed, pushing himself to the limit.
That, of course, worked up quite the sweat. The knight had long since abandoned his doublet in favor his tunic. The man stole a glance around and realized that, aside from passing servants, he was alone. As such, he saw no harm in removing his tunic for a few moments. The cool breeze felt refreshing on sweat coated muscle. Tristan tilted is head up to smile gently into the sun. The ring attached to a small chain about his neck gleamed in it, sharing the warmth.
For the first time in a long while, he felt at peace.
Juliette Deveraux