Nicote was attempting (and failing) to look neutral about everything, but really he was most annoyed today. Bildernia was a highly magical country and as such, many nobles wanted to make sure they were friendly with the future king (or who they thought would be king) so they wouldn't get cursed or something. Which meant that NIcote, who was the representative heir, was being bombarded.

"Don'tget it. We can't curse them. Our magic is not of that type." Nicote murmured to his sister, who nodded in agreement.

"It took too much energy out of you the last time you and Newt had to curse someone."

"Don't remind me, Nanita." The heir to the throne sighed. He was still recovering, in fact. But he'd recovered more then his brother, the one who they'd planned would be the real person in charge. THus he was stuck here. At a mourning ceremony. He wasn't even the kind to cry or anything....



(yo ruby, should I add a servant or something?)

(I'll just drop my wolf outlaw anywhere because he's the only one I actually care about right now sorry prince folcard so whoever wants to interact with him with a non-noble or something can.
I'm a little write blocked so I'll try to reply the best I can to people, hopefully I'm not too slow though.)

Armias Folcard
As expected of a Caemid royal, the elven prince was healthily enjoying himself in the impromptu festivities to honor the late Emperor of Arkaos. While the mourning was all and good, it was never quite his scene and he had taken a personal liberty to try and lift the spirits of other nobles in attendance. Through.. more than a respectful amount of drunken, hearty conversation.

His knight, Ziva, had taken an aside to his shenanigans, her head buried in her hands at the absolute buffoon he was making of himself. Just like his father he was.. More than she was being paid to deal with. The young prince was a handful. Life would catch up to him eventually.

Lowell Brichalles
The assassin made himself at home at a dusty tavern on the edge of town. He had the dark hood of his cloak pulled over his head, concealing his lupine features from any who would try to break his present concentration as he looked over a scroll with hastily written instructions. If word was to be trusted, there was a sort of gathering for the late Emperor this night. He still remained oblivious to his client's identity, but their objective was clear. Someone at their level had their hands dirty and was paying him incredibly well to silence any would-be rats.

Though.. This was seeming far more than a simple rat the more he read through the scroll. Killing the Empress? He'd consider the notion completely asinine if the pay wasn't a mountain in itself.
Whatever this was, it was clear this meant two things. One, his client wanted the dirty work off their own hands..
And two.. This meant it wasn't going to be easy for him. He couldn't remember the last time he had taken a challenge of a job. He couldn't let the anticipation get the best of him.

For now, his task was using the festivities as cover to get inside the palace. He folded the scroll, pocketing it as he steeled himself and left a few coins on the counter for the bartender. This was going to be one hell of a night.

Seraphina had soon came to the decision to exit the party. She was tired of this. And although she was very sure that the nobles would begin partying in her absence, but she didnt have the time to keep them on a leash. She turned around, exiting the hall. Several nobles immediately noticed her leave and attempted to follow, but non of their efforts worked.

Nicote closed his eyes so he could roll them without anyone noticing. And subsequently got elbowed by Nanita for doing so. "What?" he muttered.

"Don't be rude." she whispered.

"I"m not."

Nanita just sighed. Her brother could be such a pain sometimes....

Lowell Brichalles
After a bit of a trek across town and an almost close brush with some palace guards, Lowell had pulled himself up to a high balcony of the palace, crouching as the metal piece of the now-broken grappling hook tumbled to the ground with a clink on the palace's outer walkway stones.
Well, so much for getting down, his ears flicked back as he heard the sound of guards investigating below.
Getting this far had been easy, but at this rate, it was looking like he'd probably have to cut his way out of here after the deed was done. Typical.

He tested the door to the inside and to his surprise found it unlocked. He pushed himself inside as the voices of guards picked up below him, carefully shutting the door behind him as his eyes quickly adjusted to the low-light level of the empty study he found himself in.
He plucked a thorny twig from the side of his furry face, keeping his eyes on the closed door to the hall. The sound of nobles chattering reached his ears from below, but up here, things seemed silent.

Well, if nothing else, he had a moment to catch his breath and come up with a plan. With any luck, he'd be able to catch his target the moment the party broke. It was just a waiting game.

He just silently hoped he wouldn't have to wait too long.

Seraphina exited the hall, a maid and 3 guards waiting for her outside. She didnt stop walking and the maid simply followed, with the guards tailing behind. The guards were on alert, since a disturbance had been reported not that long ago. However, they failed to mention this to the Empress. Not that she already hadn't sensed their vivid uneasiness, but she assumed that, considering what today was, they were secretly in mourning.

Wih the empress and the princesses of the kingdom gone, Nicote suddenly found himself bombarded from all sides by nobles trying to gain favor with Bildernia. As he attempted to explain that he couldnt make any decisions due to the fact his brother wasnt here, Nanita fought off a laugh.