FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
they both grinned a little. "i doubt it, Gawain's still angry at me for pouring bacon grease into his britches." Tristan admitted with a grin before he sighed as he stared at the letter. "it's just my uncle trying to tarnish my reputation." he stated with a roll of his eyes. "he won't succeed just as he failed when he tried to kill me." he stated simply. "i'm going to Ireland? when did i decide to do that!?" he demanded, feeling vaguely annoyed that everyone was making decisions for him. "besides, i am a Son of the Goddess, no old man is going to change my ways. not my uncle, not the Pope, and certainly not some timid little Catholic Girl who certainly doesn't want to be married to me." he stated with a slight snarl as he glared at his letter. "besides, i can't be your Champion. i'm still too weak to really be of any real use..." Tristan grumbled, shaking his head a little.