Tristan is in the stables brushing down the horses, his favourite job to do. He concentrates on the strokes, trying not to think of his charge. She was so beautiful, but she was Lucian's. He had to make peace with that. He was intruiged by her. She was so unlike other humans, bold and daring. He must maintain his distance while protecting her in his lords absense. He sees her wandering the garden, and smiles. Approaching her lazily, he leant agsinst a wall looking down at her. Hello, human.
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