Tristan laughed on seeing Beric's reaction.
"No such thing. That was a joke." He said and calmed himself. "But that is indeed an invite you will need to send out on your own. If there is any 'special' someone you want to attend this ball then give it to them."
"No such person." Beric said, throwing his face away from the letter. "She's already giving out the invite so why do you want to burden me?" The 'she' he said was referring to Alice.
'You burden me everyday, you demon.' Tristan thought behind his smile. "The queen only sends out invites to aristocrats. There might be someone who is not of noble birth you would like to invite to…"
"I said there's no such person." Beric concluded and just wanted to eat his macaroons in peace.
"Well, there's still thirteen days left before the ball so just have it." Tristan insisted.
Beric got annoyed, took the letter and incinerated it in an instant.
