They say that chess -- is a lot like war.
Strategy is key -- if you want to win.
So darling,
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"I'm fine, thank you for pretending to care, Kiri." Calling her out, the elf prince looked across the table. Briefly glaring at his sister, Tristan tore his eyes from Bianca. Perhaps it was the so-called 'sibling bond' that had alerted him to Kiriana's displeasure at seeing him with the human princess, or perhaps he just knew her too well to tell what she was thinking, even behind that expertly controlled face of hers. Either way, he didn't care, and wasn't going to have any of it. Behind that foolishly stupid smile on her face, he knew exactly what was going through her head, and he shot her a glance as if she dared to think it again, he'd pick a fight.. and win.
Despite the disapproval, Tristan was quite glad of how he had lived his life thus far. Albeit, he was greedy and self-centered, but that was how he was raised; after all, one wouldn't be a true prince if their every material need and want wasn't met. Being a playboy was just a side-effect of it.. a side-effect that he very much enjoyed, especially in his younger days. A few years ago, Tristan had gone on a rampage of ravaging random women, and it hadn't quite ended yet, though it had lightened some in the last few months. In the time Tristan had been gallivanting around Great Wood, the elf's reputation grew, and he came to be known as one of the most well-known womanizers in the entire land. However, as much shame as it brought his family, Tristan didn't care. He was having fun, and that was all that mattered.
Smirking to himself, Tristan turned his attention back to Bianca. So what if she was a princess? He had no intention of playing her. At least, not anymore. Upon first meeting her, it had seemed like such a fantastic game to get her to like him, given her obvious dislike for men of his kind, but now that she had broken a bit and warmed up, Tristan's interest in playing her had faded, and his main interest had been piqued. He wanted to know things about her he had never bothered with other women to learn about them. He wanted to know what she thought about sunshine, and what made her smile.. and other things that just seemed to float across his mind as he gazed at her beautiful, fresh face.
Finding himself staring at her for no good reason, Tristan snapped out of it as she spoke, making fun of him. "Oooh that was harsh." Chuckling, Tristan leaned back in his chair, his long ears twitching happily. He watched as she ordered a servant to bring her some tea, his eyebrow perking as she told the servant how she wanted it. Cinnamon in tea? Strange.. even her tea has a kick to it. Smiling over at her, Tristan locked his crimson eyes on hers, keeping his eye perked as she threatened him. Chuckling again, this time a bit sadistically, Tristan leaned forward into her as if he was telling her a splendid little secret. "Have I mentioned I'm a sado-masochist?" Darkly laughing at her, Tristan licked his lips at her. "But we shouldn't speak of these things in public, let's save the fun for later." Smirking deviously at Bianca, Tristan leaned back, considering poking her again, but dismissing the idea after some consideration.
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Let's strategize.
