#m;lysander

"Tavern boy, I would love a bottle of you finest mead." Lysander said placing the gold coins on the counter. The bartender looked at the fae as if he grown two heads. "You understand what mead is no?" Lysander asked. The bartender shook his head. "Do you perhaps have some braggot?" He asked. The bartender shook his head. Lysander turned his head to the nearest person. "We are truly in a nightmare without mead and braggot. I bet they don't have mutton either"

The knight needed to act fast. There was only a brief window of time before guests would hover over that area. Behind that door, was the passage to his old shed. And there was his trusty sword. There was only one problem the studded padlock.When it finally seemed as if the coast was clear Lysander sprang into action. He began picking at the lock every which way. When he finally heard the click Lysander couldn't help but smile.

"I am victorious." Lysander whispered to himself. He paused and noticed a shadow. There was a groan as he turned around. "How much did you see?"

Lysander groaned as he was trying to get the food. He just wanted five dorritos tacos and yet this squire wasn't giving him the option to order. When Lysander was told to try ordering from the app, his anger and confusion inceased,

"Why should I order from the app when I am already present in the premises." Lysander exclaimed. Lysander bit his thumb at the cashier and stormed off. There was a groan when he went outside.

"WHAT IN DANTE'S INFERNO IS A WIFI PASSWORD."

Location: Anywhere in the Open, Past Curfew.

"One, two , three." Lysander chanted to himself. A slab, a stab, and a deflection from the sword. This was what Lysander believed in. The sword requires nothing but sheer dedication. No feelings need to be consider when you strike with a sword. The fae continued to wave his sword in combact. "One, two." He stopped himself hearing the rustling in the distance. The fae's eyes hardened. Lysander switched his stance from a drill to a defense one. The fae walked forward.

"I don't care for your intention-" Lysander said. "But I rather you come out."

Lysander was still awaiting the call from Katherine. It was better to stay in the woods until he got some type of answer. That's how Lysander was regardless, until his master called, he would be in the woods. Lysander was cleaning the abandoned cabin to make his home. It wasn't against the rules seeing as it was abandoned. He even waited. So as he took out a break he noticed something beautiful.

"Is that a mighty steed?" Lysander couldn't help but ask aloud as he reached to pet the equine. "Greetings mighty steed I am Lysander. Would you like to accompany me on my journey?" Even though the steed didn't talk it he took the neigh as a yes. "Excellent you shall be crowned Astolfo the second."

The fae paused when he heard a sound. He turned slowly.

"Hark thy stranger. What are ye doing tresspassing on my land."

Lysander felt the regret weighing in on him. There was a sadness but a clarity. Maybe the truth was somehwre in between. The fear for Billie and Briggs. But it was too late. Lysander remembered the words of his own father.

Lysander are too soft and thats where you fail.

Lysander groaned into his hands. For a man who didn't claim he was a tinker, he sure acted like one.

He began to write the letter.

Dearest Billie, I am writing to be confess my misgivings. Truthfully I don't want to lose you but in the process I pushed you and Briggs away. It's clear to me now that I have gone too far. I have become as cruel as a man I sworn I wouldn't be

You have every right to not want me in your life. Same with Briggs. Truthfully I am scared for the both of you. I fear the oea and every force I cant protect you from. I see all the things that can hurt you and I shouldn't have let one of them be me.

This will not be the last time I apologize, rather I wanted to give you some closure before I left the compound. I am far from the man you can be proud of. I am vindictive and still damned. I will be traveling to figure out how to be a true man, a father you'd be proud of.

If you have an urgent message I have attached some fairy dust to track me with. I also leave Astolfo in your care.

Finally if I hadn't said it yet. I love you like a daughter Billie Daw- Mikaelson. You will be a woman that will make waves, I can tell that much. Maybe someday I'll be able to do something a father would.

Until then stay safe, keep saying dude, and enjoy everyday as its last.

Sincerely,

Sir Lysander Castro the Wandarer.

Lysander felt a bit guilty for the confrontation he had with Artemis' father. Perhaps he should have asked permission before fighting for her honor. There was a sigh before knocking on her door, feeling his hands feel heavier than usual.

"Artemis, if you are here I wish to talk to you."

Lysander noticed the familiar face by the park bench. It was man he was fighting with the other night. The left flank fighter. There was a bright smile as he approached the other, the book in his hands.

"Sir Derrick." Lysander yelled, scaring the geese away. "I have retrieved the book of modern language." He said as he raised the Understanding Your Teenager. "Wassup bro." Lysander said with a smirk.