Going about our daily duties (Open)

[Sir Tristan de Braose]

Tristan was aimlessly wondering the castle hoping to bump into someone that could help him. He had only since moved into the Castle of Camelot into the soldiers quarters, and didn't know it as well as perhaps some of the servants would. He was trying to locate the whereabouts of the servants quarters to ask them if they would be so kind as to polish his armour. After a rather vigarous days training, his chain-mail and once shiny armour were now covered in mud, dust, dirt and leaves and that would not do for the next days training. Prince Arthur always expected them to uphold the highest standard of appearance so this was what he was trying to do. Tristan had not exactly got off on the right foot on day one of training and was hoping to make up for that fact later.

He hadn't the first clue of how to clean his own armour, as back in Cornwall he had been used for all that being done for him. Being the only nephew of the Great King Mark of Cornwall, he had always been doted on and knew nothing of how to care for himself. Normally there was a servant that tended to all the soldiers needs, yet somehow she had been pre-occupied leaving him walking around the castle not knowing where the hell he was going. He felt strangely lost and could find no one who looked like they could help him. He didn't fancy taking the humiliation he would get from asking a fellow member of the army for help, so simply carried on his casual stroll to find any servant or person that happened to pass him next.

He smiled in greeting to a group of soldiers who passed him making their way to the great hall. He had a confident look etched on his face that brung no air of concern to any of his fellow friends; he looked exactly like he knew where he was going. He waiting until they left before carrying on, walking along a corridor he never knew existed. He had a meal to attend the same day honouring one of his friends who had recently become a knight, so he had to get the issue about his armour sorted out before he could prepare himself for the night. His eyes immediatly focused on someone who flitted into his line of view. He hurried over and flashed a quick smile before asking a quick favour.

"Hello! To be quite honest with you, I have no idea where I'm going. Will you direct me to the Servants Quarters? My Armours in desperate need of a clean." Tristan spoke as politely as he could muster and tried not to boom orders like he normally did. He knew the best way to get a positive response would be to ask politely, that way he would get a polite answer. He realised how stupid he must look not knowing where he was going but he figured trying to find it himself would get him hell of a lot more lost than he started with.

[Katlyn Isabel Blake]

Katlyn tore out of the ball room in a flurry of dark hair and bright skirts. She had been so close to being exposed as a liar and a fake that she had panicked and fled from tonights ball as fast as her legs could carry her. She was sure that the knight she had been talking with would be following her outside any second now and so she did the only thing she could and traced a path along the many twists and turns that were the castle corridors.

She must have been walking for about quarter of an hour when she finally stopped to catch her breath, lost and alone in a castle that she should never have been in in the first place.
"Damn you Blake!" She cursed, sliding her back down the wall and dragging her knees to her chest. Sometimes she really wondered how she managed to get into these scrapes.

Perhaps she had been over reacting, but when Sir Neverthorn had recognised her from Avalon she had reacted as only Katlyn could. Now here she was, in a worse situation than before, for how on earth could she escape the confines of these stony walls without passing the ballroom again? And that was assuming she could find her way back there!

Although Katlyn had since closed her eyes, she sensed the man before he spoke and she opened one eye lazily, expecting to find an accusing Sir Neverthorn standing before her. Of course finding Tristan instead was a welcome surprise, but she was still a little worried. He too looked like a knight and when she couldn't answer his question would he suspect her too?

"I am afraid I cannot sir." Katlyn smiled, still sitting on her floor. "This is my first visit to Castle Pendragon and I am as lost as can be! I was hoping you might be able to guide me back!"
It was incredible how easy those lies came to her lips, her father would say she should be a magician with lies like those springing from her mind- he hadnt been so excited by Uthers forgiveness of magic.

"Perhaps we should wait until someone passes by?" She asked signalling to a spot next to her. "Unless you wish to explore a little?"

[Sir Tristan de Braose]

Tristan deflated a little when the girl in front of him said she was none the wiser than he was. He began to wonder who she was as he himself had never seen her around the Castle before. Mind you, he had caught wind of a little Banquet Ball that the Pendragon's had on, so maybe she was just a guest, a noble attending the special event? She certainly looked the part anyhow. His male dominated mind began to take over and he had to admit she was rather pretty. He didn't much care anymore that he was unable to get his armour cleaned; prince Arthur would just have to accept his presence in dirty armour rather than missing the scheduled training session altogether. That was all that counted right?

"Well, I guess were both useless then" He joked, producing a large beaming smile and proceeding to sit next to her as she had invited. He rested his back loosely against the cold, cobbled post behind him and gently placed his battered armour next to him. Ignoring the clang of metal as it connected with the floor. Maybe if he left it there where it was surely a passing maid or servant would notice it, clean it and return it back to him? That was the theory anyway. In an attempt to get comfortable, Tristan pulled his legs in against his chest and rested his elbows precariously on his knee's; sitting on the floor wasn't something that he was used to.

"We could wait here for a little while? Although I doubt there will be many people passing through these halls because of the banquet on; they'll all be attending the feast." He explained, knowing that this was one of the more secluded corridors that didn't tend to get walked through very often. Coming to think about it, Tristan didn't really know how he had gotten here in the first place but was hoping someone would pass and be able to direct them in the right way. "But if no one comes then I suppose having a small detour to explore would not be so bad" He turned his head towards her and sent her a little side smile trying not to satisfy his urge to know more about her.

"So, you've been at the ball then? I guess it can't have been much fun if you broke away from it" Tristan had never really been invited to any of these top-notch balls and always wondered what went on in them. Sure, banquets and feasts to honour all of his friends in knighthoods were fun enough yet balls was something he had never been invited to attend. Not that it bothered him much; he used to hate going to the ones he was forced to go to back in Cornwall. "May I be so bold as to inquire your name miss?" He said, wondering what family of nobility she was derived from. "I'm Tristan, Tristan de Braose. Prince of Cornwall" Normally he chose not to mention his princehood but for some reason he wanted to impress this girl; Tristan then eagerly awaited her response.

[Katlyn Isabel Blake]

Katlyn smiled wearily as Tristan sat beside her. She was glad for the company but she was still worried that Sir Neverthorn would appear at any moment and blow her cover. What she would do without the thrill of attending court she just couldn't imagine, although if her new companion was correct then it was rather unlikely.

"Yes the ball..."She smiled sweetly, while rolling her eyes. "It got a little dull, and fast. Just another bunch of pompous fools trying their hardest to impress giggling girls." Boy, those lies were coming fast tonight, yet it wasn't all untrue. It had been one of the nights when everybody seemed too busy trying to woo each other to be interesting and Katlyn had turned to Neverthorn as a last resort.
"I'm Katlyn Isabelle Blake." She smiled, her eyes glinting in the dim light. "Very pleased to make your acquaintance! I'd curtsy but..." She signalled to her position on the floor and laughed. Conveniantly the Blake's were not only a small farming family in Avalon, but also an important family in York, and unless someone had personally known those Blakes, it was highly unlikely that someone would work Katlyn wasn't one of them.
When Tristan introduced himself Katlyn was rather shocked. Meeting royalty wasn't anything unusual when you frequented the castle as she so often did, but Tristan seemed so down to earth and relaxed, not full of any of the airs and graces she was used to seeing in such people. It made her feel like she was with one of the boys on the farm and she was havign to try hard to remember her manners!

"Oh have you been training?" She asked eagerly, as she spotted the dusty armour which lay on the corridor floor beside him. She loved tales of battle and excitement and hoped he would have many to tell her.

[Sir Tristan de Braose]

Tristan smiled at Katlyn's interpretation of the ball. It made him glad in a way that he hadn't been invited mind you he'd probably just say he was far too busy anyway. The final confrontation with Arthur was looming offering him the opportunity of knighthood and no way was he ever going to pass up on that offer. This training session would either make or break him and he had to make sure that he was ready and prepared for it as it had been dreaming of becoming a knight his whole life. The thought almost sent butterflies to his stomach yet he knew he was able and capable of doing it. He would just have to show Prince Arthur that.

"Nice to meet you Katlyn Isabelle Blake" He said with a well-rounded smile erasing the frets and anxieties of his next training session. Upon mention of training, Tristan glanced at his dirty armour and sent his mind back to the last session of training he had had. He had to admit it was fun yet challenging and trying zapping almost all of his energy for that day. The thoughts of when he won though overcame all of his negative memories of the fact though.

"Yeah I've been training. My armour got a little dirty which is why I'm down here trying to find someone to take care of it. I need a Blacksmith or someone as I was a little careless and managed to smash my helmit and break my breastplate. But no worries, as long as its ready for tommorow I don't mind" He said before carrying on; the chance to take about his training life was something he didn't get that often so he was determined to grab this chance with both hands. He hoped that she would be interested and not bored by his trials and tribulations as a soldier yet she had been decent enough to ask the question in the first place so that counted for something.

"The other day, Arthur had us out doing this scavenger hunt. All of us soldiers were dumped into the Forest of Balor and banded into small groups to compete to get to the finish line. All we had on us were our horses; no weapons or anything. We had to follow these clues leading us through caves, streams and embankments and at the end all of those who had not fallen had to fight to earn their right to carry on. It was difficult" He said, in his element now. "Prince Arthur said we were doing it to develop out navigation skills and to develop our riding skills but I'm not convinced." He said with a laugh, coming to the end of his story now. "But in the end I was one of the few that came out of the other end. I came first in my band I think but not completely unscathed" He said, pointing to his messed up armour. Tristan then looked over to her, trying to study her face to see if she was truly interested or just plain bored.

[Katlyn Isabel Blake]

Katlyn had listened to Tristan's story with intrigue, her eyes wide and her mouth open. She loved tales of battle and training alike for the excitement set her heart alight. She wished she had been born under different circumstances, for she would have loved to go off to join the army and fight for her country. Unfortunately, it wasn't her sex or class that prevented her, but her illness.

"How did you damage it?" She said waving a hand at the armour that lay beside him. She had moved while he told his story, into a position that left her kneeling. She rocked back and forwards with anticipation as he spoke almost bristling with excitement.
"Did you hurt anyone when you fought?"

Katlyn had completely lost track of time as she sat listening to Tristan's tales. She knew she had left the party before midnight, but how long before remained a mystery. It wasn't until she heard footsteps coming through the corridor that she realised they must have been sitting here for at least an hour and the ball must finally be finishing.

"Oh no!" She hissed, jumping up in a flurry of skirts. "I have to get out of here!"
Without waiting for a reply, or even stopping to say goodbye Katlyn fled round the corner and down the corridor leaving a probably confused Tristan on the floor. It wasn't until she reached the door at the far end that she paused.

"You can come too if you want!" She called back grinning.

[Sir Tristan de Braose]

Tristan relished the opportunity to talk this freely about his life in the army. Most people weren't as interested and at least he had found a common interest between himself and this girl; they both were intrigued by tales of battle and fighting. "How did I break my armour? Well, I know it sounds stupid but I fell off my horse. She was jumping and she misjudged her landing and we both feel about twenty feet down this steep dirt filled ditch and landed on me. Luckily she didn't hurt herself; I broke 2 ribs but that doesn't excatly matter. If it wasn't for my armour I probably would have been crushed" He said lightly, reminissing over the whole event. Even through the short detour and the mammoth task of trying to get up the steep hill again he still managed to come first.

After this first question, Katlyn shot another question through and of course he was more than willing to answer. It excited him to talk about his most recent adventure as usually most people brushed it aside. Tristan didn't ge much chance or opportunity to talk to other people and if he did it was only ever with other army recruits. Talking to them wasn't the same though as how ever much he tried not to think about it they were competition and they were all competing with him to get to the top rank and trying to prove they were better than anyone else was. He had made a few true friends in the army though so for that he was grateful.

"Did you hurt anyone when you fought?"

Tristan took a few seconds to think back. He had been caught in a few battles during that particular training session but they were mostly defensive. Buying his time blocking his opponents attacks so that he could race ahead and leave them behind. "Yeah, I suppose I did. I'd already lost my sword by this point so I was fighting against this guy completely unarmed myself. I had to admit, it was pretty terrifying but I managed to disarm him so we were both equal. In a battle of hand to hand combat, he was no match for me" Tristan said with a laugh, trying not to sound smug but selling it for what it really was.

He could have sat there talking for hours and by the look of the steady disappearance of the bright sky shining outside he figured he must have been doing. The saying was true; time flies when your having fun. He struggled to think the last time he had had this much of a laugh and it wasn't often he lost complete track of time. What had first set off as being an initial trip down to the servants quarters had resulted in the meeting of this girl and he was entirely grateful that it had happened.

Tristan too heard the sound of footsteps and wondered if it was going to hold the sight of a servant willing to help him. He was about to turn back to his new acquintance but just as suddenly as she had come into his life she had gone. During her short disapperance he heard her saying that she had to go, why? He stood up and wondered whether to go after her or not but Katyln answered that question for him. He began running in her general direction until he caught up to her, "Too right I'm coming with you" He said with a large beaming smile, not quite knowing why there were running in the first place but just glad to be out of the confinements of his small soldiers quarters.

"So, why are we running?" He asked, picking up his pace to a slow trot running in unison with her.

[Katlyn Isabel Blake]

"Um...well...I think those footsteps belong to some of my...friends...at the ball." She puffed as the pair ran along the corridor as fast as Katlyn's weak legs would carry her.
"You might say that i didn't exactly leave on the best of terms..." She grinned, turning a corner suddenly and heading down a winding flight of stairs. "And I don't really want to see them again!"

It was only Neverthorn that she was worried about. She had spurned his lecherous advances and he had gotten more than a little annoyed. Then in his anger he had tried his hardest to make a fool of her and likened her to a farm girl. That was when he suddenly remembered he had seen her before, and although he hadn't yet put two and two together when she had left the party, he might have done by now and everyone could be looking for her to expose her as the fake she truly was!

They reached the bottom of the stairs which opened into a tiny hallway with a door on one side and Katlyn had to stop to catch her breath. She leant against the handrail and bent over puffing loudly.
"Sorry..."She laughed, "I'll be...with you in a moment.."

At that moment the door opposite burst open and in strode a cocky Sir Neverthorn. Katlyn's heart dropped and she straightened herself, taking a small step closer to Tristan.

"Lady Blake!" The sleazy knights voice was as creepy as he was. "I wondered where you had gotten to and...oh who's this?" He made a gesture towards Tristan and pulled a face that showed he didn't think much of her company.

And then Katlyn told a lie that completely overshadowed the ones she had already made.

"This is Tristan De Braose. We're betrothed."

[Sir Tristan de Braose]

Tristan managed to keep up the pace with little effort at all. Fitness, strength and endurance came easily to him and he was used to a few miles jogging every morning which he prided himself in doing so for when moments like this came he would be ready. Tristan and Katlyn sped past corridors upon corridors going past rooms he never knew existed. He knew this wasn't helping them much with their issue of being lost, for there were only heading deeper and deeper into the castle digging themselves a much bigger hole than they had started off with. But he wasn't complaining, this was fun. It wasn't often that he got to run through the castle like a headless chicken with a girl of whom he had known barely a few hours.

Tristan belted down a spiral staircase after Katlyn until they came to a stand still. It seemed she was out of breath so he stopped too catching a few deep lungfuls of air himself whilst still trying to pick up exactly where in the castle they were. It all looked the same thing to him, if it wasn't for the tiny door at the end of this very small hallway he would have sworn they were just going round in circles.

Tristan was on the verges of picking her up to navigate her towards the soldiers quarters where she could hide out for a few horus until the ball had finished. But it seemed she had been found and by a rather pompous, arrogant looking foreign kngith as well. That he did not like. He didn't like at all the manner in which he was speaking to her, almost as if she was just an object in which was to be exploited. He couldn't help but curve his face into a snarl as the man advanced on them, what was this he was feeling, protective?

By what Katlyn said next though, he was surprised. Betrothed? He was going to play along though for her sake as it seemed she was incredibly reluctant to get out of this mans presence. And in an instance he could see why. "Yes, betrothed." Tristan mimicked, placing an arm around her shoulder in order to be more convincing. He drew her in closer and showered her with a charming smile which showed his quiet amusement but only enough for her to see.

"And I'd appreciate it if you'd leave us be. I'm sure you have a banquet to attend and you have no business in being down here" He said, intimidating this man and speaking with an air of authority which he had learnt through his princehood.

[Katlyn Isabel Blake]

Katlyn looked up at her "fiance" and winked as she saw him smile knowingly. She was impressed by his playing along and especially that he had gone so far as to place an arm around her.
"Yes." She added after Tristan had spoken. "I think you'll find your blocking our exit." She pointed at the door which the pompous fool had just come through and smiled wearily. Neverthorn stepped aside in shock, not managing to form a coherant sentence together.
"Come along darling." Katlyn said, taking Tristan's hand and choosing to ignore the scowl on her admirers face, "We should be getting home..." She pulled him gently towards the door, leaving Sir Neverthorn to storm up the stairs in a rage.

"Well that was close!" She laughed once they were out of sight. Tristan would never know how much that lie had meant to her. She would never be suspected as a fake now that Neverthorn thought she was engaged to a knight, and he was sure to be telling his friends already. Now her identity would be even more secure than ever.

"So where now?" It suddenly became apparent that they were still holding hands and she dropped his fingers quickly, clutching at the skirts of her dress and twisting them between her forefinger and thumb. The atmosphere had gotten a little awkward and she glance around the corridor they were in, hoping she would see some sign of where to go next...

[Sir Tristan de Braose]

Tristan eyed this arrogant foreign knight and waited for some sort of reaction from him. His eyes glazed over the man until he stepped aside and let them leave. At least their little ploy had worked; Katlyn could now forget about this man and move on from him without being constantly exhausted by his attempts to woo her. He returned Katlyn's little wink and smiled smugly towards this knight who upturned his nose and contorted his face in disgust. The knight then left their view with his tail between his legs, presuminbly to return back to the banquet and pursue another unsuspecting lady of nobility. Tristan was glad that he had been there for Katlyn when she needed him and was more than happy to go along with her plan. He had to admit his little run in with her had been very entertaining so far.

"Too close" He confirmed with a smile, wondering what his fellow army recruits would say to him when they caught wind of what had happened. The knight was sure to spread this new information about a bit and wondered what he would do if Prince Arthur heard about it. The thought was almost quite funny to him and he could just imagine coming up with some witty, quick remark of his interpreation of things.

Whilst lost in his own little world he had lost track of the fact that he was still holding Katlyn's hand. It was only when she broke it away when he felt the absence of it. He was quick to go rosy cheeked but the momentary flsuh of colour soon disappeared just as quickly as it had occured.

"Hmm well. Judging by the fact I have no idea where we are now, I think it would be difficult for me to say" He said, looking from left to right and back again trying to determine which direction they had come from. As they had shot past corridor after corridor in such a flurry he found it difficult to keep track of the route and where they were going. He tried to send his mind back to which corridors they had used but the attempt seemed futile and all he could remember was running flat out trying to evade the notice of the pompous knight. "But, I think the best way to go is to follow that knight. He went up the stairs didn't he? That should hopefully lead us back to the banquet hall and I can find my way from there" He said as a general suggestion, waiting to hear what she thought.

[Katlyn Isabel Blake]

Katlyn furrowed her brow as she tried to think of where in the castle they might be. The rooms looked like all the others had, with no sign of even which floor they might be on but she was sure that once she was on the ground floor she might be able to find her way out into the gardens. Of course she wouldn't have been able to explain to Tristan how exactly she had learned where the back door was, and quickly decided to forget that idea.

"I think you're right." she said finally, smiling again and taking the first few steps up the stairs. "At least if we find that ballroom we will be able to follow someone or even ask for directions if it doesnt become clear."
She trotted up the stairs, to the first landing and held her hand out for Tristan.

"Come on slow coach, we don't want to be spending all night here now do we?" She giggled and took the rest of the stairs two at a time, feeling much lighter on her feet now she knew Neverthorn was no threat to her identity.

The corridor at the top of the stairs was the busiest they had seen so far, positively swarming with nobles from all over Albion. A couple of the Ladies gave her a quick glance, but nothing out of the ordinary, and Katlyn let out a silent breath. Tristan had seemingly saved her identity.

"You know, we're going to have to act like a couple until we're out of view." She hissed through a smile.

[Sir Tristan de Braose]

Tristan matched Katlyn's pace, taking two steps at a time in order to keep up with Neverthorn and not let him out of their sitghts. Yet at the same time they were to stay hidden from him to avoid another confrontation. Tristan did not need this silly man tarnishing his record for it was very out of the ordinary for him to speak back to another noble in such a way, yet this time he had reason to. He was quite different than his fellow members of nobility for he did not think of himself as women orientated. Normally they went for anything that wielded a dress and were of noble standings but not Tristan; he liked to think himsef different in that sense.

"Come on slow coach, we don't want to be spending all night here now do we?"

Tristan smirked, picking his pace up immediately upon mention of being 'slow'. "Slow coach? Me? I don't think so. I was merely matching your pace in an attempt not to overhwhelm you. What good is setting a fast pace if I'll leave you behind?" It was his feeble attempt in covering for himself, for he did not like to be called slow and certainly didn't like to see in capable of doig such a simple task of keeping up. How embarassing for a knight. It was only the fact that it was Katlyn saying it that he did not retiliate too much, for he was growing fond of her for she seemed different than the other nobles he had previous encountered.

For one thing, she was not swept off her feet by Sir Neverthorns attempts at impressing her. Normally, nobles would be falling over their feet in order to get him to notice them, yet not her. It was strange, but then again maybe she didn't have the sort of pushy parents who were keen to marry you off to the nearest noble who had more money than sense.

Tristan let his feet carry him towards the direction of the banquet hall. The two soon merged into a crowd lingering in the hallway- it seemed they had taken the right path. At least he was no longer lost now for he recoginised his surroundings and felt more comfortable that he would be able to run or get away should he need to. It always made him nervy when he wasn't sure of the exit or escape routes for that was a thing a Knight always needed to be aware off should he ever be attacked or need to call for help. The only thing now was should he return to duty or stay here with Katlyn? For they both had appeal and consequences should he not.

"You know, we're going to have to act like a couple until we're out of view." Well, that as the sentence that clinched it. He couldn't help but raise a smile at this; the whole night had been so fun and exciting in all the ways he had not expected. "I'm not complaining. If it'll get you out of a tight spot then if needs be I'll do anything" And it was the truth. Tristan was far to caring- if a little bit wrapped up in his overly large ego to leave her hanging like this, so if pretending they were a 'couple' would help her out then so be it. "Where to my lady?" He asked putting up appearances for the crowd in order to make it seem more convincing.

[Katlyn Isabel Blake]

Katlyn liked that Tristan teased her back. All too often she found noble men to be boring and full of themselves- talking only about business and war, but this knight made her feel like she was just hanging out at the farm with the lads. He felt comfortable, like a favourite pair of old shoes. Not that Kat thought Tristan was like an old boot, in fact she thought quite the opposite...

Slightly disappointed that they would have to act like the other dull nobles now that they were in sight, she sidled up to Tristan, placing her hand on his arm and smiling with just a hint of cheekiness showing on her face. She was the happiest she had been all night now, and not only because her identity was safe.

"Where to my lady?" Her knight in shining armour asked as they reached the entrance back to the ballroom.
Tristan's words were a puzzle. Her intention had been to go home up until now, but his company was far better than she had expected and the temptation to go and dance was rather overwhelming. But could she really insist that Tristan stayed?

Biting her lip Katlyn frowned and then looked up at him with concern on her face, she probably looked quite amusing really.
"Oh i dont know!" she sighed eventually, looking dejected. "What do you want to do?"

[Sir Tristan de Braose]

Tristan's eyes glazed over the crowd standing just outside the hall as they took a break from all the dancing and socialising. It didn't take Tristan long to single out sir Neverthorns face in amongst all of the gathering for he held a certain air or smugness and arrogance that he seemed to emit like a foghorn. It was stuck-up nobles like him that made him thankful for his upbringing as he had never been brought up to be thought of as a higher authority. Sure he was a prince, first in line to the throne to be King of Cornwall but he never shoved that fact down people's throats. In a matter of fact he had hardly told anyone of his status since he got here for he didn't want to be judged by the 'prince' in his title.

Sir Neverthorn had already found new prey and was floating around like a bad smell around all of the women who were unaccompined on the dancefloor. Normally he never would have condoned sensless fighting but he himself would have been more than happy to teach him a lesson although such a thing would probably get him kicked out of Camelot's Army. He had been trying so hard to get himself noticed, undoing all of his hard work was not something he wanted to lose, especially not for the likes of Sir Neverthorn for he was bound to get what was coming to him.

"Oh i don't know! - What do you want to do?"

Tristan was no longer bothered what his fellow soldiers thought of him, for he was bound to get spadefuls of agro and teasing once he got back to the quarters but he was having fun. He would pose as a noble here for the ball as long as Katyln was around and when she returned to her abode he would resume patrol and army duties like nothing had ever happened. As long as Prince Arthur didn't catch him, then it didn't matter. Arthur would not be at all happy with him if he saw he was bunking off t enjoy the party instead of working as security incase anything got out of hand.

"Fancy a dance?" He suggested, beaming a quick smile before he took her by the hand onto the dancefloor and snaked his way through the couples who already had obtained a space in the center of the room. Tristan had no qualms with being able to dance for he had learnt from a young age what to do and how to act at such formal occasions as this. With ease and an unexpected air of grace, he began to sway in unison with the music, taking Katlyns hand and placing his own on har waiste. "If this doesn't convince people I don't know what will" He smiled, being careful to stay out of the view of Arthur or make a quick exit if he did.

"I could get into so much trouble for this." He smirked, knowing this fact would not put him off in the slightest for he was not one to follow rules by the book. "So, did you come with family?" He asked trying to make small talk so things would not become too awkward as the music was beginning to slow to set a romantic ambiance.