Kill The Prince, Steal The Crown // Private rp

Wolf opened his mouth, then closed it and tilted his head as he thought of how to describe it accurately. He understood it, but it was more instinct than actual knowledge. No one taught him what everything meant. "That, and more certain. What I see is the future, just like my siblings. But with me, I can look whenever I please, and however far I want. The further into the future I look, the more possibilities there are, and the less clear they are. The clearer, the more certain it is to happen. These random visions happen to us all, usually meaning something significant to either us or someone within close proximity to—or in contact with. Just like with my sight, the clearer, the more certain. The more abrupt, the less time I have to prepare, the more important my Eyes seem to think it is." It took a second for him to realize she didn't know what he was referring to in that last bit. "When I say 'my Eyes,' I mean what we all Seers have to look where our normal eyes cannot. It's like a phantom we're looking through, sorta. There, but not really."

Wolf nodded and smiled, standing up after making sure he could stand. "Don't mention it," he said, then checked the time and bowed with a brighter smile. "Well, I'm glad I could help, but I really should be going. My mother won't be particularly thrilled if I'm late to being early. I'll see you at the ball, doll." He straightened up, then went to the door, though he lingered a bit to give Lily a chance to say something.

"She's my twin, of course I'm gonna see her," he said with a grin and a wink, then waved goodbye before slipping through the door and closing it behind him. He went into his room and changed into his outfit that would match Cinthia's except it was blue as opposed to her green. A small joke, referring to their two different colored eyes. Once he was changed, he decided to borrow a cuff earring from Rhydar—it would just cook around his ear, no piercing needed. He said hello to his brother, who was in the middle of changing and shot an incredulous look at the unannounced intrusion, and dug through Rhydar's stash to find something.

Wolf managed to find what he was looking for, but he didn't leave the room just yet. "Lily's dressin' up, by the orders of dear ol' Mother," he drawled, rolling his eyes. Rhydar slipped on his shirt and looked over at his brother. "How would you know?" he asked slowly. Wolf caught onto his meaning and stuck his tongue out at him, crossing his arms over his chest. "I delivered the dress, gave Yvonne a small break. Had to help with the strings a bit. Nothing," he added quickly as Rhydar narrowed his eyes and started to turn, "inappropriate or uncomfortable for her. At least not knowingly. I didn't see anything, promise. I'm not after the love of your life, Rhydar. Trust me. She's not my type." Rhydar huffed and found no lie in anything his brother said, then finished getting dressed.

"I'm going to get Lily," Rhydar said, but Wolf shook his head and grabbed the back of his brother's jacket and hauled him back. "What the hell?" Rhydar seethed, earning a disinterested look in return. "Mother's going to want you early and alone. This is for you, remember? Cinthia will get her." Rhydar huffed and shook off Wolf's grip, then led his brother out of his room and towards the ballroom.

The female side of Wolf wasn't too far off from them, striding out of her room with her hair magically straightened and in her green gown. Cinthia's fingers were covered with decorative silver claws, a new thing she was gifted by Kora and was quite fond of after finding out it lessened the chances of men trying to paw at her. She knocked on Lily's door, announcing herself, and let herself in after a few moments. "Lily," she greeted, "I'd rather avoid the crowded clusterfuck of people, and figured I'd go with you to give you an escort." She held up her fingers with a straight face as she added, "I can claw a bitch if she decides you're not worth my brother's time."

"Thank you," Cinthia said, staring at her hands and clicking the claws together thoughtfully. One should be concerned about what she was thinking. She flicked her gaze over to Lily and eyed her up and down. "My mother's doing, I presume? I suppose she's picked up on Rhydar's fondness for you. More of a curse than a privilege, I should warn. Either way, I'd rather get going." She curled her fingers in a 'come hither' motion as she turned, then looked over her shoulder, blue eyes bright with sharp intelligence, "And Lily? There's always a scene, no matter the cause." A slash of a smile. "It's always more fun being the instigator."

"I drew attention to myself the moment I was born," Cinthia said plainly, thoughtlessly clicking her hand ornaments together as they exited Lily's room and walked down the halls to the ballroom. "Might as well make use of it and remind the nobles why I even bother showing up to the council meetings. Sharp blade, I always say, can never amount to a sharp tongue. Both brutal, but one is far more elegant and, more often than not, productive." She smirked and looked over at Lily. "And the looks on their faces are much more entertaining."

Cinthia rose a curious brow, but she held her closest hand out to Lily. As the girl was on her right side, it was the burned hand she brandished. Her face had an illusion over it, hiding the marks as always. But beneath her mostly covering clothing, her arm was consumed by the fire's brand, as well as her side, parts of her stomach, and some patches on her thigh. It wasn't her proudest ornament, but she wasn't completely ashamed of it, either. "They were a gift from Kora. She knows I'm fond of being armed at all times, so she figured I might as well do it in style."

Cinthia smiled softly and nodded. "Go ahead." She was thankful for Lily's carefulness, as it minimized the chances of Cinthia getting consumed by her own Seer's gift. It helped that she sort of knew the girl, but not a lot. "I think Kora has a friend that she goes to for things like this, beauty lined with danger. It's her signature, really." Cinthia snorted and tipped her head to the side. " 'A maiden with talons,' she called me a few years ago. Seems she wanted to make it a reality."

Cinthia nodded, tilting her head the other way—an action identical to that of her twin. "How could you tell?" she drawled, amused. She laced her hands together at her waist, letting the long sleeves of her dress cover them both. "Why do you ask?" she inquired seriously with a small shake of her head. She had been called both—a viper and a hawk—by different peoples, different empires and kingdoms. It was a strange thing that Lily should pick those particular creatures to describe Cinthia. Then again, it had to be obvious if multiple people picked up on it.

Cinthia rose a brow, impressed as she tracked Lily's flawless movements. Makes me wonder why she was here in the first place, she mused, but that was all the further she got with her speculation. There wasn't any need to go any further in that investigation, at least not now. She'd still have that information tucked away for later should the need arise. "You certainly know your blades," she commended, her nod just a slight dip of her chin.

Cinthia rose a brow, surprised by Lily's trust. She certainly wouldn't let anyone touch her beloved daggers, even her twin. She took the offered blade, however, spinning it through her fingers, twisting it this way and that to admire and examine the blade. "You keep these sharp?" she questioned, glancing over at Lily with a cocked head. She would've tested it herself, but she had the silver claws on and was too lazy to take them off. Well, that and because she wanted to hear it from Lily herself. If she really knew her stuff, it wouldn't need to be checked.

Cinthia flipped the blade in the air, catching it by the blade. The silver ornaments scraped along the metal, though her grip was light and careful enough to not cause a scratch. "You take good care of your blades. I'm impressed. Now the question is: can you take care of my brother with the same diligence?" Her lips quirked up in a slight smirk, though it was small and barely there. "Gods know he doesn't take care of himself, especially when he's got his mind set on something else. Like a shiny diamond or ring."

Cinthia listened to Lily with genuine curiosity. She's seen and heard similar sentiments between her brother and sister-in-law. She couldn't imagine herself wanting to look out for someone like that, couldn't picture herself housing a desire to protect someone so fiercely. Years of protecting herself from others had likely doused that desire, even if she did want to protect her people from as much cruelty as possible. But that was different, it was a people, not a person. She wasn't devoting herself to one particular person. Why would someone do that? It went against the natural law of self-preservation, something she's far too interested in maintaining.

Well…

Her eyes flitted up at a familiar set of footsteps, a smile flickering over her lips. He always seems to know how to find me. Cinthia handed Lily her dagger back just as Demitri rounded the corner up ahead, stopping and waiting for the two ladies to approach. The head spy was clothed in all black, as per usual, with a hood pulled over his head to shadow most of his face. His matching smile, however, was fully perceptible as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. "That's quite a bit of leather you have going on there," Cinthia commented, lifting her head and angling it in almost a playful manner. Demitri pulled back the hood so his fluffy black hair was free to spill into his equally black eyes. "Queen's orders. Trying a new fashion, she says. More of a hassle, I say." There was a significant gleam to his eyes whenever he saw the princess, one the—usually—keen girl never seemed to notice, as well an ease no one else could provide.

Demitri looked over at Lily and bowed his head some. While he was technically a member of the palace and a particularly high rank among his comrades, Lily was a guest of the Queen's—and incredibly close to the Crown Prince. He knew about their relationship, just how close they were. It was his job to know all the secrets of the palace, of the kingdom. So it was no surprise that he knew exactly who Lily was. And that knowledge lent to the knowledge that she was of higher priority than he, thus demanding the proper respects.

"My lady," he greeted Lily, then stood up straight and offered a gloved hand to Cinthia. The princess snorted and ignored it, wrapping her arm around his instead. "Wolf, Magnus, Rhydar, and Kora are all in the ballroom. The guests are stuck at the gates as of this moment, as the guards are not letting them in due to a little…distraction." He gave no indication as to what the distraction was, but Cinthia seemed to know what he was implying and smacked his arm with a hissed scolding. He chuckled and continued, ignoring the princess's tongue-lashing. "The Queen is going to be fashionably late, as the usual, so you all are free to raid the food as you please. Ah," he added as he remembered something, looking directly at Lily, "Kora would like to speak with you when we get there. You two have already met, and it's not exactly hard to pick her out of a crowd, so I should hope you can find your way to her."