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may your honour lift you high
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Posted on April 30, 2013 at 08:44:11 PM by t r i s t a n

�You know,� Tristan said, eyeing the cushion in Bryar�s hands cautiously as he slowly moved his hand across the bed to curl his fingers around one of his own, �in a lot of societies, hitting royalty can get you executed.� His smile grew as he kept his eyes fixed upon her face, �could get you your hand chopped off at the very least, and then you wouldn�t be able to knock on my window at all.� The smile became a grin, showing his teeth seconds before he lifted his own pillow and struck the girl straight in the face. �Besides, Stupid,� he teased, pushing her further away from him as he moved to kneel so that they were on the level again, �you can�t electrocute me, I can make myself intangible, remember? It would go straight through me.� He remained on alert as Bryar shifted herself across the bed, until she finally settled down, lying down on her stomach facing him. Tristan turned over onto his back and lay the opposite way round, so that their heads were next to each other. His hands rested themselves against his chest as some of his brown hair flopped into his face. The Prince attempted to blow it away, but soon realised he was fighting a losing battle and gave up.

�Exactly,� he countered, tapping his fingers, �I live here, I can do inside stuff all the time.� Thinking hard, he run through his head all the things he could think of that had the potential to be fun inside the castle. �I mean, there�s some stuff that I can�t do during the day because Father�s usually here and he would probably kill me if he caught me...� Again the Prince grinned, knowing that it was precisely those kinds of activities that were most likely to grab Bryar�s attention. Tristan rolled over, taking care not to fall off the edge of the bed, and looked over at his friend with another huge grin. �Have you ever been in the great hall?� he asked, guessing that she probably hadn�t, �it has the tallest ceiling of any room in the castle, except the library.� Moving on quickly, eager to avoid any further discussion of books with his friend, he continued his explanation, �there are narrow wooden beams that go all the way up to the ceiling...if we could get to them...� He knew he didn�t have to say anything else, he knew Bryar well enough to know that her mind would be imagining the possibilities.

A knocking came at the window again, and Tristan sat up with a frown, glancing across at Bryar. �You are going to feel so stupid,� he told her, eyes gleaming, �if that�s a kidnapper.� Bouncing free of the bed, the Prince crossed the room again, kneeling down upon the window seat, he reached for the catch on the window, and then gave the pane a light push until it swung open. It wasn�t a kidnapper...it was a parrot. He had not been expecting that. The bird landed on his arm and began to peck insistently at his fingers. �Ow!� Tristan said, batting it away, �Bryar...it�s a demented parrot...� Edging closer to the window, Tristan peered out into the knight, keeping hold of the frame to stop himself from falling. He looked right, he looked left, and then, he looked up. �Thoth!?� the Prince shouted, spotting the figure hanging from the side of the castle a few stories up, �what the hell are you doing up there?!�

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