The news Tristan received this morning still weighed on his mind. From the prophecy dictating he was the savior of the elves, and being offered to become the prince or King of the Vanyar. To be honest, a part of him was ecstatic for having the chance to obtain one of the two beautiful women as his wife, but another, more rational part of him wished the elves would just leave him to do as he wishes.
Leaving from all the shock, at noon, Tristan went for lunch by himself. Though the Kingsblade are no longer following his every move, now half a dozen elves replaced them, and they would always go wherever he goes.
He went to the dining room and served a simple lunch of seasoned vegetables and fruits. Though the dishes were expertly cut and arranged into beautiful formations, it seemed bland, as from what he saw, the dishes only had minimal seasonings.
