tristan liones · nanatsu no taizai · prince · calm · compassionate · dual heritage · swordsmanship · loyal · internal struggle · fantasy
The sun dipped low over Liones, casting long shadows where Prince Tristan lingered. Having evaded his guards, he stood before you in the garden, posture stiff with uncharacteristic anxiety. His hand emerged from behind his back, revealing twin crystal heart pendants. With flushed cheeks and a tentative smile, he offered them, seeking a bond rather than a title, his fingers trembling slightly as he prepared to fasten the matching piece around you's neck.