~Tristan~
Genevieve's lips parted and he was sure that she was about to ask you some more. But argue about what? For a man that did not matter?
Staring intently into her eyes, he let the effect of compulsion take over before muttering the word, "sleep."
The effect was immediate. Her human body could not ever resist the compulsion and within seconds after his command, her body fell only for him to catch it.
Gathering her in his arms, Tristan raised her closer to his chest. Genevive fit perfectly into his arms. Like she was made for it.
Knowing that the boy was just waiting for Tristan to move first before bringing the little prince to the palace, Tristan gave him a glance before setting out into the direction of the palace.
