Lords of Camelot

Tristan and King Mark talked about other things until the end of their chat. King Mark suddenly said: "Tristan, I want to trouble you to go to Ireland. After all, you are the person I trust most now and the most capable knight in the kingdom. If you go, everything will be safe."

Hearing King Mark's words, Tristan subconsciously held Phil Norte tightly. Although this small movement was not noticed by King Mark, it did not escape the eyes of Davian who was closer.

Davian couldn't help but be a little surprised. What kind of thing could make Tristan subconsciously nervous to this point? Even an extraordinary knight like him can't control himself. You have to know how in Davian's eyes, a person like Tristan, who is like a breeze, can affect his emotions so that this breeze can almost turn into a tornado?

"I understand, uncle. By that time, I will personally lead the team to Ireland. I will complete this matter." Tristan's tone was still the same, but Davian could guess what was in Tristan's heart at this moment. It's definitely uncomfortable. He became more and more curious, what exactly was the so-called Irish thing?

"Then, I will take my leave first. Uncle, please take a rest early." Tristan bent down and saluted, indicating that he planned to leave. Of course, King Mark did not stop him and allowed the three of them to slowly leave the palace and go to Tristan's own residence. His house is quite big, so it won't be a problem for two more people. But in such a big house, he was the only one, not even a servant. This shows Tristan’s self-discipline and thrift in his own life.

"You two can stay here for now and wait for a few days. After I help you get everything sorted, you can set off for France. It seems that you are so lucky that you happen to be going to Benwick. The kingdom's caravan." Tristan said as he put down his Philnot, untied his cloak and hung it on the hanger next to him. He can be more relaxed at home, not as rigid as outside.

After Tristan finished speaking, he picked up a smaller harp nearby, sat on the window edge and started playing slowly. This melody contains the sadness in his heart. Even a person like Davian who is not familiar with music can clearly hear how sad and painful Tristan's heart is at this moment. Obviously, what King Mark said before really had a lot to do with him.

Davian pulled up a chair and sat next to him, while Tonellico watched the two men from a distance. She could also hear Tristan's sadness, but from her point of view, she felt that she should not intervene, or that even simply listening to this matter was superfluous for them.

After listening for a while, Davian spoke: "Your heart is as wild as the waves. What happened that made the world-famous Lord Tristan so confused? What exactly is the Irish thing?"

Tristan stopped fiddling with the strings. Only then did Davian notice his slender and graceful fingers. These were hands that should not be used to hold weapons. They should be used to caress the face of a lover and tell those who are full of love. Intentional words.

"That was not long ago, after I defeated the Knight of Ma Hansi. Although I won that battle, I was also deeply injured. In order to survive, I was sent to Ireland. There, I accepted the Princess Sword's treatment. It was from her that I obtained the joy called love for the first time." Having said this, he sighed, remembering what Isolde told him when they parted that day.

[I will never get married without your consent; and I will marry whoever you want me to marry. ] Isolde told him these words with tears in her eyes. At that time, Tristan had no idea why she would say such words, and he just felt confused. It was not until he returned to Cornwall that he understood what they meant.

"I originally planned to find a good opportunity to propose marriage to her after I came back. But my uncle had already announced after I went to Ireland that he was going to propose to the beautiful and gentle Princess Isolde of Ireland, and would send him to arrange the marriage. I was so hurt that I brought gifts and went to marry her. How on earth could this happen? Oh...I am really sad."

Davian felt numb after hearing this. He opened his mouth subconsciously, not knowing what words to say to comfort Tristan in front of him. No...isn't this too outrageous? Is there a possibility that the Son of Sorrow does not refer to Tristan's origin, but to the mess he is facing now.

On one side is his true love, the woman who takes care of him and saves his life. On one side is his uncle who raised him and made him a knight, with whom he has a real kinship. This is undoubtedly a painful choice for Tristan. He cannot betray his family because of his love. In the end, he can only suffer the misery of this love because of his family.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Tonellico. No wonder she didn't say a word. It is true that outsiders cannot get involved in this kind of thing, because nothing should be said. No matter what kind of suggestions or choices, it will cause Tristan pain. This is an unsolvable choice. He is destined to Suffering inner torment.

"Davian, I actually envy you now." Tristan suddenly opened his eyes, and at this time his appearance completely changed. In Davian's eyes before, Tristan's handsomeness was somewhat charming. So now Tristan is as hard as steel, and he actually has such a heroic and heroic side that completely abandons his charm.

"Envy me? How could that be? Compared to you, I'm just a nobody right now." Davian couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. If he was praised by Tristan now, he would definitely accept it calmly. But if the other party expressed his envy, it would be a little difficult for him to understand. There was nothing about him that Tristan could envy.

But Tristan just shook his head, and he slowly stated his reason: "I'm very sad that you didn't realize... Sincere Davian, you have freedom that I don't have now. You can love, and You can be loved. Before you become a knight and serve by the side of the chosen king, you can always enjoy the sweetness called freedom. You don’t have to make those painful choices, just do what you want most now. That's all. I envy you, Davian, this is the freedom I've lost now."

This is what Tristan is thinking. Compared with him, Davian is not yet bound by too many responsibilities. He was so free, so happy, wandering around Britain and traveling to France, and he was not unaccompanied. Not to mention that like him, being caught between family affection and love is not a human being.