Tristan's Melancholy
As the ship set off, Lott and his party began their journey back towards England. The sea route between England and Scotland was short, and soon the shore of England became visible. Lott, supporting Morgan as if she were a delicate piece of porcelain, helped her to breathe in the fresh sea air.
"It's been a long time since we left; it's good to finally be going home," Lott said, walking alongside her.
Morgan glanced at him with a wry smile. "You're just eager to get back and relax."
Lott protested, "Once we're back, we'll have to deal with those nobles and guard against Vortigern. This isn't going to be easy."
Morgan, secretly fuming, thought to herself, Damn it, someday I'll make all these nobles regret their arrogance. She was already contemplating how to manage the nobles back in England, not wanting anyone to undermine her and Lott's authority.
Meanwhile, as Morgan and Lott discussed their return, a melancholic piano melody wafted across the sea from the coast. The sad notes disrupted their thoughts.
"That music..." Lott remarked, intrigued.
Morgan turned her gaze toward the shore and soon spotted a red-haired young man playing the piano sorrowfully. "Look, is that Tristan?" she asked, pointing out the figure.
"Yes, it seems to be him," Lott confirmed.
He immediately ordered the crew, "Head towards Tristan; let's go see him."
The ship altered its course and approached the harbour where Tristan was situated. As the ship neared, Tristan, still playing his mournful tune, noticed their arrival and was startled. He put down his harp and approached the side of the boat.
"You..." Tristan began, unsure of how to address them, but upon recognizing Lott and Morgan, he quickly said, "Your Majesties Morgan and Lott, I didn't expect to see you."
"Well, Tristan, it's good to meet you again," Lott called from the boat.
He then invited Tristan aboard. "Come up; we didn't have time to entertain you properly last time. Now we can welcome you properly."
Lott thought to himself, Tristan seems to be in a sorrowful state. I wonder how he's faring after everything that happened. This situation must be tough for him.
Morgan observed Tristan with a trace of sympathy. She was considering how best to address his plight.
Tristan climbed aboard and faced Lott with a strained smile. "I apologize, Your Majesty if my music interrupted you. From your appearance, it seems like a triumphant return, and my tune might seem out of place."
Morgan responded, "Sometimes, even if we wish certain things hadn't happened, it's natural to express our feelings through music."
Tristan gave a wry smile, thankful for Morgan's understanding. As he thought back to her previous words of encouragement, he reflected, I didn't expect Your Majesty Morgan to be so perceptive.
His journey had been relatively smooth up until this point. He had successfully reached Ireland and brought Princess Isolde aboard. However, his return had been marred by unexpected events.
Tristan had fallen in love with Princess Isolde, who was already married to his uncle, King Marko. Torn between his love for Isolde and his duty to his uncle, he had found himself in a dilemma. The situation was further complicated by a jester in King Marko's court, who had slandered him, forcing Tristan to flee.
As he wandered with his piano, he tried to escape his troubles, which led him to the meeting with Lott and Morgan.
Lott, observing Tristan's predicament, thought, Unfortunately, I can't help him directly. However, perhaps Princess Isolde might be willing to...
Morgan, her mind racing with ideas, had another thought. Perhaps we could arrange something to resolve this situation.
She looked at Tristan and spoke, "Your sorrow isn't solely due to your experiences; your character plays a part. Your cowardice allows your troubles to overwhelm you."
Both Tristan and Lott were taken aback by Morgan's words. Lott wondered, What is my wife talking about?
Morgan, however, maintained her calm demeanour and gave Lott a reassuring look.
Tristan, reflecting on Morgan's statement, felt the weight of her words.
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