Tristam's thoughts turned to her future. She hoped to have a family one day, with many children and animals, a beautiful house with paintings on every wall, over looking the water. She wanted a caring, thoughtful man for a husband, which, she thought, was impossible to find. She smiled to herself, and starting walking towards the castle. "Perhaps my future wont be just as I imagine it, but I hope it to be wonderful all the same" she thought to herself sighing. As usual, after her stroll in the gardens, she had to meet with Morgan and show her the work she had done for today. Morgan was very pleased with her flowers, and was so enchanted by the way they looked ordered her servants to go and find her some of the very same flowers so that she may not only see them, but know that they are real, although Tristam's paintings were close to the real thing. There were no important guests at dinner tonight, so the servants and squires and what not, were permitted to be as rude as they wished. Morgan thought it relief from the usual stiffness at the table. Tristam went to bed feeling full, and her stomach hurt also from laughing so much from this evening's events. She fell asleep still in her dress as soon as she hit the mattress, soon to be dreaming.