t was immediately clear to the Yludih bodyguard that the Duke wasn't interested in light banter. Sin could see the flash of Tristan's anger on his face as he mentioned the boat. He made a note of it not to push things too much for the rest of the trip. The Duke seemed to calm down as he shifted and straightened himself up a little. For a moment there was a flash of memory, Sin sitting in a bed much like the Duke, too sick to get out but too proud to show it. There was a moment of understanding towards the Duke and Sin nodded. Then the Duke got into just how much he disliked this travel. Sin shifted as the boat passed another high wave and he grabbed hold of one of the many ropes hanging from the ceiling. When things got extra crowded, this was where hammocks were tied to, like the ones in his own room.
"No, I'm afraid not, ser. This is not an Eídisi thing. It's simply that you don't deal very well with it and I do."
That he didn't have a stomach to get upset with the waves was a thing he kept to himself. "Although, you'd probably get used to it if you stayed on the boat long enough. If you'd like, I could find a lake near Oakleigh for you to practice on."
There was no quip or tease in his voice as he spoke. Sin was pretty sure he could help the Duke get, more, used to ships and water if he truly wanted to. "Besides, while you're in discomfort now, surrounded by all this water, I feel much the same way every time I see you surrounded by all these noble ladies over the past few trials, all trying to get your attention. I don't know how you can manage to remain so calm in the face of all that."
Then the conversation shifted away from the boat towards Sin's purpose: the pretty ladies. The Duke seemed keen on talking about the woman he'd met with. One of many during this trip but the only one who'd left any sort of impression on both of them. Sin had been there when they had been caught shining brightly with their blessings, more or less in the middle of something intimate when they had been interrupted by two other nobles. Sin had only arrived just after that, too late to stop the interruption. He still wasn't really sure how, or if, the Duke felt about that. After all, it was Sin's job to keep people from hurting the Duke, physically or otherwise. Tristan seemed keen on talking about her and he listened.
When the Burhan name had reached him back during the charity event, Sin had been struck strongly by it, recalling a painful time, the result of the actions of others. He'd never really gotten over those trials, despite the attempts of several individuals. Elyna had been the strongest influence on him back then but she'd disappeared soon after and he had never found out what had happened to her. Then the Duke spoke another name and his mind reeled under the emotional assault. Faith. This is some sick joke, Father, even for you.
His lips turned to a snarl at the mention of the name and only the shaking of the boat and Sin having to hold on to prevent himself from going down kept him from reacting badly. The initial anger passed before Sin could capitalize on it. Instead his mind tried to make sense of the chaos Aelig had brought into his life.
His friend, his first friend outside of his family, had betrayed him, choosing Malcolm over him during the campaign in the Settlements. Sin had lost everything he had worked for in arcs in just a moment, a single decision on Faith's part had reduced his efforts to naught. Now he learned that Tristan was the person who owned her back in those trials, back when his greatest rival was a scholar at the university. There was a pause, as if Sintih was trying to absorb all the information Tristan had just shared with him. Something about inviting someone to Oakleigh. He used that time to try and control his emotions, setting them aside for a later time. More for himself than for the Duke, Sin tried to shift the conversation away from the Burhans and his former slave, focusing on business.
Tristan seemed to cheer up almost as much talking and thinking about his business with Celeste as he had with his pleasure with Valeria. Sin wasn't really sure why Tristan was so hung up on why the lady would or wouldn't accept Ayla, his daughter, but things seemed to have gone well between from what he'd read before and heard now. "That is good to hear. When are you expecting the first books and medicines to arrive?"
It was a hint, ever so slightly, at just how much information Sin was privy to through his professional distance to the Duke, either through himself or the others in his Company. It was also a hint towards the Duke that perhaps Sin could be something more than just the leader of the bodyguards to the Duke. But that was most likely a conversation for somewhere distant in the future.
When he'd managed to sit down, the motions of the ship were much more noticeable, he found. His legs automatically adjusted at least somewhat to the motions of the ship and the waves but now that he was seated, it become much more apparent. Perhaps he would try to get the Duke out of bed for a moment later on. He smiled when the Duke asked him if he ever had fun. He hear the disbelief in the man's words. "Well, ser, it is -my job- to keep you safe. During trips like these, which might sometimes be vacations for you, away from your work in Oakleigh, work becomes that more stressful for your guards. It's usually quiet and safe when you're at home, working hard. I guess, now that I think about it, our jobs are the antithesis of each other. The more you are at home, working, the less we have to do. The more you are away and enjoying yourself, the harder we need to work. That said, I think my job is fun to do. But in response to your question,yes, I had some fun outside of that as well."
His quick trip to his place in Andaris had allowed him to meet with some old friends before they left the city on their current trip. During the charity event, he hadn't really spent much time doing fun things. There was a quiet after that, Sin sitting there, thinking, watching the Duke. There were many things he wanted to ask or say or request but Sin was the patient type when it came to these things. He had a plan, tactics in place, some long term, others short term. These things needed to be adhered to or the strategy would fail in the end. "I was wondering something while we were at the gala. There were a lot of nobles present but everyone seemed to have been a Venora or a Gawynne or such. So, there's your family, the Venoras."
He stated the obvious, trying to reach some sort of a point. "And obviously the Andaris' and the Burhans and such. Everyone in Rynmere knows the noble houses. Have there ever been any new noble houses? For example, I know it's possible to gain a title and land through military service but... well, it's still the same seven noble houses. With your appointment now, are you still a Venora or are you now of the Oakleighs? Lord Tristan Oakleigh the First?"
It was quite obvious from Sin's face that the whole noble thing was difficult for him to grasp, despite having lived his entire life in the capital of the kingdom. He had so many questions, things he wanted to know, but he knew well enough he couldn't overwhelm the Duke in his current state or he'd get nothing instead. Perhaps he would need have to find some way to get the Duke to teach him some of this stuff. But why would he? Sin wasn't a noble but then again, Tristan wasn't exactly what he'd come to expect from the nobles either.