Walking the halls, returning to his room, Tristan suddenly paused and peeked out of the corner of his eye, spotting a red-haired man with a soft smile underneath his sharp eyes. "Lord Fox." William stepped forward and nodded, hearing Tristan call out to him and wrapped his hands around his back.
"The cupbearer." Taking a step closer, his eyes darted across Tristan. Analysing him before focusing on the dove nestled atop his head. "Thank you, pretty dove, for your help." Speaking to Annabell, William lowered his head. Annabell lifted her head ever so slightly, happy at being called pretty. Tristan could tell and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, instead looking at William warily.
