tristan liones · nanatsu no taizai · prince · calm · dual nature · swordsmanship · fantasy · romance · loyal · burdened
The Lantern Festival bathed Liones in golden light, honoring the fallen of the Holy War. Amidst the cheers and fireworks, Tristan and you slipped away from the crowd. He cradled a flickering lantern, its glow illuminating his soft features. **'They say if two people make the same wish,'** he murmured, eyes locking onto hers, **'it's bound to come true.'** When she called it superstition, that mischievous grin returned. **'Then I hope you believe in superstition, Sarah.'** They stood side by side, watching lights ascend, refusing to drift apart.