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He smiled, listening to Lyra's responses seriously before replying.[color=f26522] "Hm. Nothing of note, huh... I think I know who I can ask as to the origin of that injury. In any case, the man responsible will be hearing from me. Thats that. As to the fact that you will be joining me at our table... Hm. I suppose mother would be mad. However..."[/color] His voice grew softer as he spoke the next few words to her. The hustle and bustle of the festive room made it almost impossible even for Lyra to hear what he was saying, but he knew full well what he was saying and had a pretty good idea as to how Lyra would respond.[color=f26522] "What if I go and tell her that I have feelings for you and that since you're a Sky, I would legitimize you through marriage?"[/color]

The tournament is just ahead of them now, as it should be starting soon. Trystan is planning on entering and winning said tournament. However, the King as decreed that whoever was to win the tournament will have the Princess's hand to hold. How was he going to refuse such a thing if he won... Now, as he stood next to Lyra and saying the things he said, he is wondering how he can back out of the tournament. Or perhaps he will still participate, but lose it so he does not have to have a child bride... A thousand thoughts flew through his head, most of them filled with interactions between himself and Lyra back at their home. Some of them included things he wanted to do to her, and others were of him plotting his way out of the tournament. In any case, he waited silently next to Lyra with a small grin on his face.