Yvaine found herself mirroring his actions as her eyes locked with Tristan’s and for just one moment the Duchess felt her heart flutter in her chest. Then the Duchess straightened, her lips pursing as she backed away from her betrothed and leaned back in her chair. Her expression changed immediately and Yvaine said back without emotion, “A crown.”
He smirked at her as she pulled away from him. Sitting across from her, “well aren’t you easily appeased?” He joked before continuing, “you do realize I am a king in my own right, crowns are an easy thing to come by.”













