Arranged marriage. (DrinkToMeOnlyWithThineEyes.)

[SilentFeather]

King Tristan walked over to the bed, sitting down upon it. He was not aware of the turmoil that the other King felt. He tried to be hopeful, respecting the King and all that he wished to do. He stayed on the bed, wondering as to what the King was thinking about. He mentally sighed, trying to remain hopeful, keen of eye and most of all, understanding. He did not let it be known but he had his own share of burdens. He carried the such "burdens" on his back and shoulders for many many such years, knowing that he had a father who guided him into the young but sharp man he now was. He did not know of his mother's death was his fault, he knew that soon his father would explain the blunt truth to him.

"Good evening, my graciousness." Tristan said, furthering the words. "I am quite fine, I had quite a wonderful day."

"How has your evening been, my King?" Curiously, Tristan asked.

Tristan had also lost many of his companions to the brutal war of the rival empire. The companions were his protectors. They pledged their allegiance to him, each willing to fight to the death. Mentally, he sighed in the depths of his mind. He was a happy being, taking each day and living the such existence to the fullest. He knew that the lives of his clan would be on the line if the King was not accepting of the joining. The second burden was also on his shoulders, weighing him down like a massive stone. He wanted to be a future lover and soulmate to the King, he would wait if he had to. This would be a peacefulness to the two empires if a handsome son or innocent daughter was soon to be born.