The blue sea stretched out, endless; reminding Tristan just how far he was from him.

The ship deck roiled under his feet as he stared out at the distant horizon. Seven years, he had been fighting; fighting another man’s war; a war for reasons he could barely sympathize with and now, could not even stomach fighting. Riches favored the victor of any battle; and victory seemed to come easy to him. Thus, now he was rich and he had the king’s favor as well. Together, they would help him gain a home, a wife, an heir, and perhaps even lasting peace. ‘Tristan’; He turned around to face his

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