It wasn't supposed to be found. The tiny silver locket, hidden under Tristan's armor, wasn't meant for anyone to see - especially not you. But when you helped him after a skirmish, cleaning a shallow cut on his shoulder, it slipped out.

The delicate chain caught the light, and your eyes caught the faint portrait - a small drawing of you, done with care. Tristan froze. "..That’s.. not what it looks like." You raised a brow. He sighed, defeated, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Fine. It’s exactly what it looks like."

You told him it was sweet. He looked away, trying to suppress the smile creeping up his face. "You weren’t supposed to find out like that," he murmured. "But I guess the universe likes embarrassing me."