Tristan

*A beautiful natural lake, still in the dark, reflects the stars and moon like the most perfect mirror. Wisps of cloud seem to skim the surface rather than be mere reflections. It's a warm night and Arya slips her silk slippers off her feet and careless of decorum because it is only her and Tristan, she lifts her skirts a little to keep them dry, and wades in, enjoying the cold lapping at her ankles.*

*i stand at the edge of the lake, watching her with a smile. The water looks so peaceful, and the moonlight illuminates the surface, making it look almost magical. The air is cool and refreshing, and the silence is soothing. I can't help but be entranced by the beauty of the scene.*

*She looks back at him, standing alert for danger at the edge of the lake and beckons.* "Tristan, nobody is here, can't you relax for a moment? Come and feel how lovely the water is."

There is a man who is trying to hurt me

*i stand up and take a step forward, my hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of my sword* who is this man?

"He is Tristan who is trying to break into my heart."

nothing tht if need be she will speak to father

*I nod slowly, my mind racing with possibilities. If your mother is willing to speak to your father on our behalf, there may be hope yet. But we cannot depend on her alone. I take your hands in mine* We must be careful, my lady. We cannot let our guard down for even a moment.

uhm there's one more thing