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Posted on May 16, 2013 at 04:41:02 AM by t r i s t a n
When they finally reached Alethea’s room, which was on the same corridor as the rooms of the female members of the royal family, Tristan waited patiently, leaning casually against the doorpost. Everything had been tidied away with remarkable efficiency. It was much tidier than his own room which the housekeeping staff usually cleaned towards the end of the week. Tristan always believed that he had better things to be doing than tidying, and had recently been taking every advantage of his injuries in order to get out of the little his father usually made him do. “You said about riding earlier,” he ventured, as he watched her move through the room to collect her notebook, “do you hunt too? I usually go with Father, but sometimes he gets busy. We could go together next time if you wanted. Otherwise it just ends up being me and a pack of guards, and a lot of them have no idea what they’re doing.” Alethea moved back out of the room, and Tristan moved out of her way, taking a couple of steps backwards. He grinned at her again, “we probably need to head down to the cellars,” he explained, “a lot of stuff gets stored down there, it seems as good a place to start as any.” Tristan held out his hand to her, “I know a quick way,” he explained mischievously, “do you trust me?” His eyes closed in a wince as he heard Nyx’s voice drift down the corridor towards him, and he gave Alethea an apologetic look before turning around to look at the racoon-tailed girl. She seemed to turn up out of the blue with an alarming frequency, usually at the precise moments when he didn’t want her to. She was, in the kindest terms, a little strange. “I can’t,” he told her, attempting friendly tone of voice, “not today, Nyx. I promised to spend today with Alethea.” Fortunately for Tristan where Nyx was concerned, he usually had enough excuses to avoid spending an extended period of time in her company, and in those moments he was glad that his father tended to keep him so busy. The prince gave Alethea another look that he hoped conveyed the fact that he did not relish the encounter and would do his utmost to extradite himself from Nyx’s clutches, “maybe tomorrow, if Father doesn’t need me.” |
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- ----no one to tell us no, or where to go // - By Alethea May 23, 2013 at 05:01:38 AM
- spite is like a spark - By nyx May 30, 2013 at 00:57:19 AM
- we shall keep the shield wall fast - By t r i s t a n June 5, 2013 at 01:57:34 AM
- spite is like a spark - By nyx May 30, 2013 at 00:57:19 AM
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