Lowering his gaze and putting an end to the recollection of past events, Tristan wondered what to do next.
He was hardly one to worry about the future, but he felt he had a reason now.
His best friend would essentially be sold to a man already possessing three wives.
Tristan understood that his actions would cause Lucia pain and suffering.
He had humiliated the prideful young master, revealing his care for Lucia. What better way at getting back at him than to hurt her?
He would be unable to do much at that point, she would be his wife. And he would use her according to how he pleased.
Tristan would also take Into account that his enemy was a powerful family possessing lady areas that could swallow that town.
Also, possessing manpower that even he would be unable to fight against.
"Should I go ahead and kill them all?" He mumbled to himself as violent imaginations filled his head.
He cringed at the suggestion, however. Possessing the presence of mind to understand that his situation called for something stronger than violence.
Unfortunately, he knew nothing more than fighting, that's why he excelled at it.
"I have no friends to meet. Lucia will be furious at me. I might have just ruined her chances of a good life," Tristan further muttered to himself, grasping the level of damage his actions would lead to.
He grimaced.
"I thought I had my emotions in control. How did I not anticipate this?" By this point, his gaze remained lost in the dim skies above.
His dark eyes saw glints of pain appearing in their structure. There was only one person Tristan cared about more than anything in the world, and that was Lucia.
Knowing that he would cause her pain made short work of his feelings. He felt guilty beyond comprehension.
"How ironic." A dry smile appeared on his features as he removed his hand from his hair, allowing its mass to fall freely.
Tristan set his eyes on the mansion in the distance and took note of the staleness in the atmosphere.
He returned without any proper plan, but he wasn't killing anyone.
Merely crossing the mansion's gate was enough to inform Tristan of hostility.
There was silence whilst he strode down the tiled hallways of the mansion. An air of sobriety filled his surroundings, but he paid no real attention to it.
He approached Lucia's room and stood before it. Nervous.
Tristan has acted all high and mighty before, but now he feared her reprimand. Even if it was what he deserved.
He deserved more than words. Far more.
A knock arrived on the door and he momentarily lay his ears on the door to hear Lucia scramble across what sounded like a mess, to reach the door.
She pulled it open and he straightened his head.
However the moment she laid her eyes on him, she slammed her silver door in his face.
"Lucia," Tristan called out, but it was too late.
"Go away!" He heard her yell from within her enclosed room, whilst she set the locks.
A difficult but understanding look appeared on Tristan's youthful features.
"I haven't come here to apologize for my actions," he lied. "Just hear me out."
"I don't care, leave!" Lucia replied, and by this point, Tristan could already hear the pain in her tone. Another round of hurt traveled up and down his chest.
"Lucia... I didn't want to see you get hurt." Words of truth came out of Tristan's throat. Her hurt crushed him.
"He has three! wives. He'll use you as he pleases," he continued, hoping his words would pass across his true intentions.
"I knew!" She yelled. "I never asked you to protect me. I never permitted you to take certain steps. And even after my words, you went ahead!" The locks clicked and the door swung open.
Lucia's fierce but also teary gaze landed on Tristan's, and the pain she saw made her feelings burn.
The desire to let him go for what he did appeared in her mind, as the love she had for him superseded her reason. Still.
She fought hard against her wish to hold him In a hug or speak softly to him. He had taken a decision that would not only make her suffer but had kindled the anger of her father.
Most especially, he had gone ahead even if she pleaded.
Flames of fury burnt in Lucia's gaze even if tears streamed down her face and her chest fell and rose erratically due to her weeping state.
Both individuals stared deep into each other's eyes and Tristan felt lost in her anger. Difficulty appeared in his eyes. He had expected her reaction but it hurt nonetheless. Badly.
Tristan's gaze swept the dazzling beauty before him. Her formerly darkened eyes were now washed due to the tears she had wept. The soft chalk dabbed onto her face now featured lines of tears running across them.
Still, her features were terrific. Her soft blue eyes remained as vibrant as ever, only that pain swallowed them. Her hair was still tied in its bun but strands flew out as a result of her rolling on her bed.
Her eyes were swollen due to tears, and her breathing was rough due to holding back the full intensity of her feelings.
Tristan saw all this and thought about how much he would suffer due to his decisions.
"I'm sorry," he revealed; somber, lowering his head. Sadness choked his voice. He wasn't one to cry, but he was moved to that point.
Almost, at least.
"You'll still be marrying him. I've only caused pain," Tristan admitted, lowering his gaze even more so that he stared at the floor.
"I hope you have a great life with him. And I hope one day you will find it in your heart to forgive me for my selfish actions." He gave a soft, sad smile, raising his eyes a bit to glance at her expression. He saw more tears and sighed deeply.
Unable to speak due to the jumble of emotions in her chest, Lucia watched Tristan walk away with great pain in her heart.
She wished she could speak. To tell him how much she loved him. How she had already forgiven him the second he revealed his regret.
Unfortunately, she had to let it happen as such. Before he arrived her father had spoken about moving her to her uncle's manor on the mainland where the Urtal family would come and take her.
All being an attempt to get her away from Tristan.
She couldn't bear to see the look on his face if she told him they would never meet again.