Alepoú kept nodding while the young man named Tristan smiled at him with that sweetness and tranquility that seemed to be imperturbable, but something inside me said that that red-haired boy knew that this situation could not be kept under control.
— Alepoú, we will go to that ceremony and we will return safe and sound—.he mentioned Tristan without noticing any hint of doubt in his voice and countenance.
The other young man of equal similarity to Tristan got into the chat and just as confidently spoke.— Don't worry, I won't let my younger brother go first or be chosen by that girl. At the end of the day... it's only one, so only one of us will go.
— Won't they let her choose?—. Renard asked with a slight concern who joined the conversation of the three present.