Scott may have admired Tristan's grace, but Tristan admired Scott's free spirit. He often wished he could be more like his brother, but he was afraid to. He was so use to falling in line and doing what wad expected of him.
"Father will like that," Tristan joked before he hooked his arm with Scott's and led the way out of his brother's room and down the stairs.
"There you two are," Francis scolded, "We're going to be late, Scott were you dawdling again?"
"I was, I couldn't find my dress shoes," Tristan piped in as he went to go tug on his peacoat.
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