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[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Each Other( [@KillBox] ) → Lord Arthur( [@Pundii] ) → Juliana( [Harley Q] ) → Lady Amara( [@smarty0114] )
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Off to the side of the feast hall → Back inside of the feast hall[/center][hr][indent][indent]
Julia looked at Trystan as he came over there, pleading his case about marrying Lyra. She chuckled lightly while shooting him a glare, one that would make anybody else crumble. Julia looked at him then back at the Gully's before her as she held up her index finger with a smile. [color=ded16a][b]"Excuse us a moment."[/b][/color] She said while tugging Trystan to the side.

Her gaze locked with his as her lips parted, letting out a sigh as she cleared her throat and started to speak. [color=ded16a][b]"You can't marry, Lyra. That'd basically be incest. Are you crazy? Are none of my sons thinking today?"[/b][/color] She said while raising her hand up to her head, rubbing it slightly as it started to hurt. Her sons, Edwin and Trystan, clearly wasn't thinking right about now. Boy, her husband just had to get ill today, didn't he.

Being tugged aside, Trystan followed his mother away from the gathering between his family and the Gully's. Seeing her glare, he knew he was in trouble, but he did not care. She can't possibly punish him for stating his mind. He was ready to fight for what he wanted, which was what he wasa taught. To fight and defend whatever a man holds dear and be as steady as the mountain in his efforts of doing so. After hearing his mother's claim of incest, he spoke back in a soft tone[color=f26522] "But, mother... She...she is more like a cousin if anything at all. After all, she was not born of you and father together. She is a Sky, which makes her a bastard of the mountains. I know how that would look upon our family, but I don't mind. She is the one I want."[/color]

Julia wanted to raise her hand up and slap some sense into her son, Trystan. Just like she wanted to do the same to her heir apparent son, Edwin. Both of them were killing her right about with their ideas and plotting as she couldn't really think right about now. Her eyes darted towards Trystan as he spoke as she shook her head.

[color=ded16a][b]"I don't care what she is to us, Trystan. You're participating the tournament for Princess Madeline's hand. You have an actual shot at this and you want to waste it on some bastard? Who has no claim to no throne, whatsoever? I will not let that happen. No is my final answer.[/b][/color] She stated directly towards Trystan while looking at him and awaited his response. He might want to chose his next words carefully as she'd hate to blurt something out that she doesn't mean.

[color=f26522]"Mother, I'm participating for the glory. I want to be the knight that won the tournament of the Princess's coming of age feast. If I had to, just absolutely had to, marry the princess at the end, I'll gladly let my brother win. I remember you entered him as well. So, he can win. That way a Hyland is marrying the princess, thus tying our family to the royal family through marriage and later blood. Besides..."[/color] He paused as he pursed his lips slightly, [color=f26522]"I don't find the princess that attractive...."[/color] he said. By the tone of his mother's words, he knew he would be punished for being so...disobident. However, after the wine he has consumed and wearing his suit of armor, he feels rather bold. Hell, he should leave his mother's side, march over to Lyra, take her back to his chambers and claim her as his right away.

Julia let out a slight gasp as she raised her hand up to cover her mouth. She stepped aisde Trystan then turned back towards him as she just had to tell him something. [color=ded16a][b]"Look, I spoke with Edwin today and he wants to take out all of the other lords, well, the lesser lords and he really wants you to win."[/b][/color] She went up to him now, her hands clutching the inside of his hands now.

[color=ded16a][b]"I even want you to win. You may not want to marry the Princess but at least win the tournament for the Hyland family and just pretend."[/b][/color] She smiled a little bit while looking at him as she whispered slightly. [color=ded16a][b]"Lyra could be your Mistress. That's all bastards are really good for."[/b][/color] She let go of his hands and looked at him with a slight smirk forming among her lips now. 

She smelt the wine coming from his mouth and knew that he might've been a little intoxicated right about now. For now, she ignored it but was certainly going to address when the time was right - Like, when he was sober.

He took a deep breath to steady himself. What his mother said made sense to him. However, his sense of honor and genuine feelings for Lyra prohibited him from staying his tongue. As much as he wanted to shout, he kept his wits about him and spoke so only his mother could hear him. [color=f26522]"Mother, you and Edwin plotting behind my back while involving me is not appreicated. I know she is a bastard. On the other hand is the princess. But I don't want the princess, I want Lyra. She would be mine. For all the love you bear me, and I for you, please. I will win the tournament, but just make it so I will not have to marry the princess...."[/color] He looked upon his mother with pleading eyes. Of course he will win the tournament, for the glory of House Hyland is what fuels him. However, taking to bed someone he does not even want under the influence of wine and ale is simply not going to sit well with him.

Not willing to discuss another word of this little confrontation, she let out another sigh while walking beside Trystan. [color=ded16a][b]"As I told your brother earlier, you are old enough to make your own decisions. No matter how stupid yours is though. I am done with discussion."[/b][/color] And Julia stated she was done with something, she was. Julia walked away from Trystan in a furious pace though it turned back to elegance when she approached her daughters and the Gully's again.

[color=ded16a][b]"Sorry, where were..."[/b][/color] Before she could continue, the great Lord of the Gully's walked up and she was stunned by his impressive stature as it has been a long time since she's seen him. [color=ded16a][b]"Lord Arthur."[/b][/color] Julia spoke while bowing towards him as Emmaline bowed shortly behind her. [color=c23023][b]"Your Majesty."[/b][/color] She looked at the Gully's right now as Arthur introduced himself to Juliana.

[color=ded16a][b]"It is. She's my youngest daughter."[/b][/color] She intervened and mentioned while looking down at Juliana now. Her peered over towards Amara now as she spoke. [color=ded16a][b]"Oh, yes. Such a great day that was and the Serpent's Roost is as exquisite as this castle."[/b][/color] She waved her hand around for emphasis then let out a soft chuckle.

Her eyes looked back down at Juliana as her gaze then went back towards Arthur. [color=ded16a][b]"By the way, Lord Arthur, my husband sends his hello and thank you for the blade your blacksmith made for him. He feels terrible that he couldn't be here to show you his gratitude."[/b][/color] She said then exhaled a breath as she looked at them all now. [color=c23023][b]"Pardon me, mother, sister, Lord Arthur, Lady Amara, Lady Myriam and Lord Ithobal, I must go and speak with someone."[/b][/color] 

She bowed towards them all before going over towards Emerin and sitting  beside him. [color=c23023][b]"Pretend to talk to me. I had to get away  from them because their talking about nothing."[/b][/color] Emmaline stated while looking at Trystan with a raised brow, noticing and even knowing that something is wrong.

As his mother walked off in a rather furious pace, he knew he was in for it. However, the false bravado brought on by wine and ale stayed with him as he paced back to his original table, getting himself another cup of ale and drinking it all in one go. It calmed his senses, along with his nerves. But with the tournament on the horizon, he knew he had to kept his mind as sharp as can be and not dulled by overindulgence. Sighing slightly, he peered about the room and saw Lyra resuming her servant duties. He wanted to walk up to her, acting as a drunken lord that has taken a liking to a lowborn girl, usher her away and professing all of his feelings to her. However, that would really set his mother over the edge and he feel as if he has done enough of that already and thus, he remained seated and simply waited for the tournament to begin.[/indent][/indent]