As his family spoke to the royal family, Trystan was silent. He simply observed the rest of the group. He looked at the princesses with shy glances. If he won the tournament, she would be his and him hers. However, the thought of that...did not sit well with him. He does not know this lady and she isn't just another highborn. She is THE princess of the kingdom. Would the youngest son of a noble family really suit her? If anything one of his older brother should have her hand. That was the way of the world. he fully intend on winning the tournament. But the princess's hand..he might not take. 

As soon as there was a chance, he found his way back to Lyra. She had raised her head to speak to him and he noticed something that looked strangely like a handprint on her face. She had told him she fell and received that injury. He did not believe that. Therefore, when he found her, he whispered.[color=f26522] "Lyra, As the feast resumes, I want you to sit at the table with me. Next to me. I'll deal with anything my family would say. I can get away with it and I'm sure nothing will come to you. That handprint on your face. Its a grave crime to lie to your lord, do you know that? This is your punishment. Join me at my family's table. Also, tell me the name that dared to lay a hand on you. I'll have words."[/color] He said with a small smile as the stood next to her, looking up at the main podium where the royal family sat.

[color=f26522]"Ah, one more thing. Its My Lord. Not me lord. If you're going to sit at my family's table, speak as if you belong there." [/color] was also said to Lyra in a softer, more caring voice than before.

[@Belle]