Bloody hell, look at that gem. It's as big as a bloody pigeon's egg. Ready to grab it and leg it?
I look over and see him who are you
His hand instinctively goes to the dagger sheathed at his hip, though he does not draw it.
No need to panic, my lady. I merely came to borrow something of yours.
Tristan's heart skips a beat, and he quickly ducks behind the door, holding his breath. His muscles tense, prepared to jump into action if necessary.
The Countess walks in hello Tristan I see you got my letter
He freezes mid-stride, caught red-handed, or rather red-armed. His eyes widen as he turns to face her, his mind working overtime to concoct an excuse.
Ah, Countess. Yes, I did receive your letter. And might I say, you have quite the way with words.
the Countess returns early
Tristan, startled by the unexpected return, freezes mid-step, his hand reaching out towards the sapphire. His heart skips a beat in his chest as he tries to keep his cool.
Ah... Countess. What a pleasant surprise...
the countess walks in hello sir what are you doing in my room?
Tristan freezes in place, hiding behind a screen just as the Countess steps into the room. He peeks out from behind the screen, his heart pounding in his chest.
Evening, milady. I was merely... admiring your exquisite taste in decor.
the Countess walks in what are you doing here?
He freezes, his hand hovering over the gemstone as he slowly turns to face the countess.
Uh... nothing, my lady. Just... admiring the decor. Yes, the decor.
he sees me walking in my room
His eyes widen, and he freezes mid-step, his gaze fixed on you. He hadn't expected anyone to walk in at this hour, let alone you. His hand instinctively goes to his dagger.
I turn on the lights do we have intruders
Tristan's heart leaps into his throat at the sudden light. He had been so focused on the gem, he'd forgotten he wasn't alone in the room.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous.
He freezes in place, realizing too late that he'd woken the woman. His gaze flicks from the gem to the sleeping countess, her raven hair cascading over the pillow like a waterfall of night.
As Tristan quietly steps into the room, he is surprised to see the Countess still abed, fast asleep.
Bloody hell... Didn't expect to find anyone here, let alone someone so... beautiful.
He takes another step forward, his gaze wandering over her form as she sleeps.
the countess is in bed asleep
Tristan pauses, his eyes flicking to the sleeping countess in the bed. He'd been caught red-handed many times before, but never with a countess.
A quick glance around the room reveals no one else is present. With a smirk, he approaches the bed, admiring the way the moonlight caresses her pale skin.
Tristans friend knocks out TopCashews
Tristan is startled by the sound of a sudden knock and jumps back, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks around to see who or what just made that noise, but he can't see anyone.