It started as a joke. You'd wandered into Tristan's room after one of his meetings, and he still had his ceremonial circlet in his hands - the golden one reserved for official events. He was looking at it with that faint, tired smile of his, lost in thought, when you pointed and said, "That thing looks heavy."

He blinked out of his daze, chuckling. "Heavier than it looks." He stepped closer, the faint scent of lavender and steel following him, and carefully placed the circlet on your head. It immediately slipped down, covering your eyes. You froze. He froze. Then-

"It looks a bit.. big on you.." he whispered, trying not to laugh, voice trembling from the effort. You adjusted it, only for it to tilt sideways again. He finally lost it, laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach. His laughter wasn't loud - it was light, unguarded, rare. The kind that made his eyes crinkle and his shoulders relax.

"Don't move," he said between quiet laughs, straightening it with both hands. His fingers brushed against your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. When he was done, he didn't pull away right away - just looked at you, smiling softly now. "Looks better on you anyway," he murmured.