walked up to his balcony half-gaping and stretched, and sighed and stroked his half-long black hair, and sighed once, after the quarrel with his father yesterday he had slept badly, and didn't feel like being here today, and welcome the princess.
Tristan was king Sabastian's second son, and his wife, it was more of a youngster who liked to be alone or went hunting, sometimes getting into trouble here and there, he was also known to be a savage, and often there were gossip that he liked to share the bed with several women, Tristan was used to all that gossip, and sometimes he could anger his father with it.
Tristan once looked at the main square of the castle and again a sigh went up, and he heard someone knocking on his door when he looked around, it was a maid and he nodded and saw her bow down to him, then she walked with his clothes to a small bench and laid it down, then walked out of his room. "No sense today to meet that spoiled bratt," he muttered
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