#lcgendsung

[thunderclapbennett]

@lcgendsung

Location: Ritrinc Harvest Festival

Bennett was doing his best to stay out of trouble in the midst of all the festivities, of course he never sought trouble out but often times it found him. Like now he was staring down at the wealth of coin purses he had acquired from when a pickpocket tried to grab his own. He the the most royal guard thing he could think to do, and paralyzed the other with a very very weak lightning spell. Enough to seize up his muscles and incapacitate him. And not he was dragging out a thief and his bounty.

"Um hello I have...this to turn in? I can't tell who the guard are here or maybe it's just too full of people but you look official so I thought...maybe I'd just give it to you." he said with a sheepish smile he wad no want for ill gotten gains and the thief needed to be held to justice after all. Surely he could explain all of this to his captain and be fine. Right?

[heavensoared]

@lcgendsung location: regia ignis (skywarden castle) greathall

darius  knew  from  an  early  age  that  his  life  was  not  his  own  &  it  would  never  be  so.  he  would  always  —  first  &  foremost  belong  to  his  dragon,  his  other  half,  the  answer  to  his  his  blood's  song.  after  that,  whatever  was  left  of  him  belonged  to  his  kingdom.  his  heritage.  duty  above  all.  he'd  been  raised  to  believe  that  &  while  there  were  days  he  found  doubt  &  yearning  in  his  heart,  he'd  long  since  accepted  his  fate  for  he  knew  it  could  be  much  worse  &  at  least  this  way  he  could  ensure  vissai  remained  the  beautiful  kingdom  it  was.

as  the  crown  prince  of  an  old  kingdom,  he  was  responsible  for  his  kingdom's  longevity  &  survival,  which  included  an  heir  &  a  beneficial  marriage.  suitors  were  not  scarce,  but  darius'  interest  in  meeting  each  &  every  single  one  of  them  surely  was.  due  to  his  father's  stubbornness  in  handing  down  the  crown,  darius  had  escaped  his  fate.  so  far.  but  today  would  mark  another  step  towards  losing  himself  in  the  hopes  of  protecting  the  people  he  loved.  but  darius  would  show  himself  in  the  best  possible  light  &  uphold  the  skywarden's  unblemished  reputation.

he  stood  up  front  in  the  great  hall,  clad  in  his  white  &  golden  ceremonial  armor  -  a  proud  dragon  adorning  his  chest,  golden  cuffs  &  a  rather  opulent  pallium  wound  around  his  neck  &  back.  his  father  thought  it  fitting  to  grant  him  a  golden  laurel  wreath  for  the  day  -  a  symbol  for  the  crown  he'd  wear  in  the  future.  his  parents  were  present  as  well,  of  course  -  as  was  the  royal  guard.  everybody  was  ready  &  waiting  for  the  young  ritrinc  prince  to  arrive.  when  the  heavy  doors  swung  open  to  reveal  their  guests  had  arrived,  darius  placed  a  fist  against  his  chest  right  above  his  heart  &  bowed,  "welcome  to  vissai."  he  was  quick  to  strive  over  after  that,  the  prince's  hand  led  astray  so  he  could  place  his  lips  against  the  back  of  it.

"i  am  darius  aurelius  of skywarden,  son  of  his  majesty  king  alaric  and  heir  to  the  throne.  it  is  an  honor  to  meet  you,  prince  solomon."

[samrascrowfall]

int.      the alshara citadel's great library, lysain.      dusk.

"   i knew i'd find you here.   "           samras says, his voice, though quiet, still reverberated through the long, domed halls of the great library. usually, except for himself, this library would have been empty at this time of the day. and it would have been just him, the silence, and the towering cases of dusty books until it was time for supper. even some guests and dignitaries would often just spare a glance at the quiet building and move on to their affairs.

but the prince of ritrinc really is different among the others.    "   supper will be ready in about an hour, and i'm certain i saw your guard running around calling your name.   "    he says, with a smile and a raised eyebrow.    "   should i tell him where you are? that is my duty as the host, after all.   "

closed starter for @lcgendsung.

[mortalduality]

GROUP PROMPTS || accepting

@lcgendsung asked for CRYSTALS → our muses stumble upon a beautiful bunch of crystals and mine tries to take some for your muse.

Although it was one of the more superficial cave structures, it was still dark enough that the prince found reason to bring a lantern to illuminate the way. Usually, he would not need a tool like this as he could navigate the systems with his eyes closed. However, Lysandros had company alongside him this time around. Which, by this point, the man couldn't even remember who's idea it was to visit the caverns.

Was it his own? Or the visiting prince? Perhaps his parents?

It's been quiet for a while now. Lysandros was usually a very talkative person, but now that he was meant to converse and get to know someone, he didn't know what to say. And just as he was about to open his mouth to speak empty words, a glimmer in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

"Stay here," Lys said authoritatively before handing him the lantern and going deeper into the caves. The warm light showed him jumping over the jagged rocks and disappearing into the endless darkness. It was silent for a moment, potentially for an alarming amount of time. But after some sharp sounds of rocks breaking, the Chasque prince reappeared with something in his hands and a smile on his lips.

"I managed to spot some tourmaline," the man said nonchalantly, as if it wasn't hidden in the void. "Boy, am I glad that I did. I was beginning to think this was just going to be a waste of time for you." This small discovery seemed to invigorate Lysandros to a semblance of his usual self. "A perfect memento if you ask me because this shade of green reminded me of the color of your eyes," he said without thinking as finally placed the crystal in the palm of Solomon's hand, trading the lantern for it. "And what makes this gem so special is–" With a simple spell, Lys changed the color of the lamp's flame to a light reminiscent of a setting sun. "–It changes colors in different lighting. And as fortune would have it, it has the same fiery hue of your hair," he cheered. But as he looked up to meet the eyes of the prince, his voice hitched which forced him to clear his throat and compose himself. "I hope you find it suitable."

[chasquekunzite]

" i have got everything under control. "

🍑- "I have got everything under control." Royal aids creased over every detail, making sure the fine decor was in what they'd been taught was governed by the term 'perfect'. Pair that with the Prince's own extraordinary ideas of hospitality and entertainment, the tiers of delights and crystal chalices sparkled in the small hall. Drapes of elaborate embroideries, marbled slate, burning oils -- all meant to create a feeling of springtime. Vitality. Youthfulness. Life. Yet, he kept the hues milder, as careful not to overwhelm.

The thought; immediately, did such for the prince. Dree chewed on the inside of his lip. He became concerned less with the time and more with the overall appeal. Immediate scrutiny. His mind raced, cursing the wind as anxiety began to swell. His own bosom felt as if it were in his throat. "Okay. Maybe no hanging scarves." He reached for the decoration. Leaning on and used it for leverage. He stretched to accommodate for his shorter stature. He'd strain, groaning as fingers barely grasped the ends of the dangling cloth. Does; however, try to dial back how active he was being- he didn't want to ruin the nice curls he'd worked so hard to develop with the sheen of sweat. Or to look like an unkept troll.

Soft blares of horns to signal approach, honoring the guest of the palace.

Dree squealed, snatching the fabric just as the doors are opened by guards. He tucked it behind him. Hidden from sight. He sighs in relief. "Ohhhh~!" He'd roll the fabric into a single, round mass. "Salutations," He'd wait for the appropriate time. Perhaps a distraction from someone in the hall. He looked toward the nearest handmaid. The fabric tossed in what he thought was a smooth, direct hand-off. Dree snapped into what he'd been taught as regal poise and stance. "I entrust that our guards and diplomats have treated you with the utmost consideration?"

[lebouffons]

wyll was unused to having power in a meaningful sense. he stole to make ends meet, and to help feed the other orphans in the slums. now he was a prince with a royal purse, and lofty ambitions. unfortunately wyll was very short-sighted, knowing only fleeting pleasure and the thrill of the hunt. in time he would recognize the umorian people of his own, tending to their needs and providing succor to their ailments. but for now? wyll was just having fun. he wasn't going to be wearing a crown anytime soon. "yeah, yeah. but that's no fun." wyll waves off solomon's genuine concern with a roll of his dark brown eyes, "I should teach you how to steal. it's a useful skill to have." he winks at the discarded prince and his crow.

it was easy slipping back into the courtyard of the castle, wyll guided them to a shaded path, overrun with thorns and thick foliage. wyll pushed a curtain of vines aside to reveal an opening large enough for them to sneak through. once solomon was in the courtyard, wyll followed and sprang up on the other side. "if anybody asks I've been with you all morning." he says, running a hand through dark curls. solomon would quickly learn that wyll had slipped out of the castle without permission plenty of times as two armed guards approached the pair of princes. wyll explains that he had been showing solomon around the castle, playing the part of a dutiful host. "we just finished touring the gardens. tell them, solomon." he nudges his fellow prince and unwilling partner in crime with a smile.

　　"one single ring would not change much in the long run." solomon mused, unsure if his words were meant for wyll or to himself. if only solving poverty was that easy, every hut would become a castle - and it had to be considered, some people couldn't even afford the luxury of a hut in the first place. "if you want a long-lasting change, perhaps it would help to learn on your kingdom's economy rather than going around pick-pocketing like some vandal. you have power. use it." he was the first-born to the heir, he would be king someday. and there were very few things that solomon could stand less than an ignorant crown prince.

　　glum. that was something the older prince had not been called yet. the redhead turned to the fellow royal, giving his crow a side eye before considering his offer. the bird leaning forward to affectionately peck on the ginger's hair. the signal was clear. "for now, it would suffice that you take us to the kitchens. preferably to fetch some fruit or nuts."

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@lcgendsung (solomon)

with  the  coronation  creeping  closer  &  closer,  darius  spent  less  &  less  time  at  regia  ignis,  eager  to  escape  the  hustle  &  bustle  there,  the  preparations  running  high.  he  didn't  want  to  appear  ungrateful,  but  seeing  the  effort  that  went  into  this  endeavor  was  ..  something.  suddenly  the  burden  he  carried  all  his  life  became  unbearably  heavy.  whenever  darius  felt  lost,  he  was  drawn  to  the  temple,  trusting  that  the  god  of  the  sky  would  know  what  to  do  whenever  he  found  himself  struggling.  he  didn't  keep  count,  but  he'd  been  sat  inside  for  a  few  hours,  praying  that  the  winged  beast  knew  what  it  was  doing  putting  him  on  the  throne  finally.  what  if  he  messed  it  up?

he  was  dressed  somewhat  casual,  hoping  to  blend  in  better,  though  his  face  was  far  too  known  to  get  by  unnoticed.  when  he  pushed  the  door  open,  he  didn't  expect  to  find  a  counterweight  behind  it  -  a  person.  with  a  hefty  push,  he  got  the  door  open  &  pushed  whomever  was  behind  it  off  the  little  pedestal  leaving  into  the  temple. 

when  darius  realized  what  he  did,  he  cursed  under  his  breath  &  rushed  over  to  help  only  to  find  a  familiar  face  on  the  ground  right  there.  lips  pulled  up  into  a  fond  little  smile  &  he  reached  a  hand  out  for  him,  fingers  extended,  "solomon."  glanced  behind  him  quickly,  his  smile  only  grew,  "i  reckon  you've  met  our  very  first  dragon?  in  the  stone.  he'd  the  one  we  call  winged  beast,  but  you  already  know  that,  don't  you?"  solomon  was  a  smart  young  prince, darius learned early on that he was no match for him.

[realmbred]

horses were easier to understand than some humanoids. perhaps because klogrog considered himself to be more beast than human at times. he had heard the tales of half men, half horses, and they always fascinated him. the strength he had now mixed with the speed of a stead? he'd be rather unstoppable, at least from a physical means. then he shook his own head, almost a way to get himself to focus on the conversation. he looked up at the pretty man and nodded his head once. movements were minimal at best. “yes, exactly. a safeguard.” at least that's what he hoped. he really needed the full details of his assignment.

another prince… this was why the half-giant rarely went to the main parts of the kingdoms. so he wouldn't have to deal with royalty. he wasn't as polished as they were. “klogrog.” no titles, no last name, but at least he went by something. he bowed his head, albeit a little awkwardly, to make sure he wasn't taken in for treason. “i won't get in your way again.” 

　　"i see." his notebook was now closed, the quill marking where he left it. with a wave, he dismissed the crate as accounted for and finished with, his men shutting it closed and moving it over to the wagon that would take them all to beacon's reach. as he waited for the next one to come, he allowed the hooded man to have his attention. a man just as tall as the horse the prince sat upon, if not taller. it made solomon wonder if there could be giant blood running down his veins - but that was not what pressed him in that moment. the man remained a stranger in his kingdom, and that could be as inoffensive as it could be dangerous. "are you a safeguard then?"

　　hired guards were not a rare occurrence, but neither were mercenaries. especially in the ports of any kingdom, were brothels and taverns were abundant. scum of the earth, solomon considered. "i am solomon seawine, prince of ritrinc." he bowed his head, gazing at the dark eyes underneath the cloak. "now may i have a name?"

[realmbred]

"you are speaking my language. pleasure was not meant to be as taboo as it is now. look at how animals mate. nothing tying you down to expressing yourself fully." feeling more and more eyes on them made him put on even more of a show. he made sure that his feet could stick to the beat while his hips swayed along with the rhythm. while he was dancing, his eyes never left avaric's either. almost as if he was the only other man in the room right now.

"i knew there was something that i liked about you." a small homage to the fact that they both originated in lysain. "show me whenever you're back in the kingdom. i would love a private tour." he turned around, smirk only growing on his face.

　　"agreed. i often think, if us men were not made for pleasure, then why would pleasure feel so good?" it was all what he lived for. the driving force for every one of his choices. and that night was no different. his eyes not turning away from the gorgeous creature in his arms, the music swelled and so did their steps. avaric could tell they were taking the spotlight, and he would make sure to give them a show worth spectating.

　　"umoria is my home, although i hail from lysain as well. the seat of my house remains there, a beautiful summer palace if you would ever like to see it." the invitation was on the table, avaric smirking before giving the other a twirl.

[lysainscale]

🔮 - There was a time when the spark of life surged through Jesopp, too. Curiosity- a plague of his every waking and sleeping thought. In fact, he could remember its taste upon his tongue. But he could also remember how the sweetness of venom lingered upon it, as well. These likened ideas were two lovers dancing in an eclipse. Both were as unique to experience. Both birthed out of the wandering mind of a kindred spirit. He reluctantly softened his gaze upon the boy and his chin returned to a neutral line. His eyes studying the etchings in the walls. Even if he were sworn to secrets, there were things he shouldn't want the younger male to ever experience. The cold talons of the other side was one of them.

"Faith? You think they regard your faith? ...huh." He did not want to grace the foreign prince with the discipline reserved for his own princes. He does cast a very doubtful gaze from the corner of thinned lids. Like a spirit guide burdened by the weight of every spirit, he sighed. Disappointment? No. Concern and anguish? Quite. "Prince Solomon of Saewine. If there is nothing that you take from me, take this with you as you traverse your life. Belief does not act as a barrier from the forces of this realm and the next from interfering in your life." He opened his palm to him. The other hand still resting in the lower curve of his back. The sounds manifested in this place. Though it was quick, it was enough to let him know that they were never truly alone.

"Some desire to trick and fool you, young prince. To make you believe otherwise of the other realm would not be wise. Besides, I'd rather not have you pestering me from the otherside." He faintly smiled. More accurately, it appeared as a small twitch of his features. "Knowledge is belief- or the search for it. To understand. Some things are best cast under unturned stones." He groaned. "Spirits are fickle beasts. You believe you understand them and next your soul is fighting for your own body." Groaning continued. "Sorcerer or Priest, first! And then you make your request through the priest. Unfortunately, I am not going to be that guide for you." He gestured to the cavern. "Now within reason? I can show you these places, for they are a small sanctum blessed by the divine. Also..." Jesopp adjusts. "It is not my intention to make you feel as if I am lecturing you."

　　it was quite a comforting experience, to be there with the priest after having let go of all grievances he carried - the feeling could be temporary, but solomon did want to treasure those few minutes. any pain and resentment drowning in the depths of that aquifer. "yes, it is something beautiful. so many discoveries wouldn't have been made if there was no one curious enough to seek answers to their questions." he chuckled, arms idly caressing the cold surface that surrounded him.

　　when jesopp scolded him though - gently but disappointingly, regardless - solomon held back his tongue. a rare occurrence, by the way. he wanted to see the caverns, not the spirit themselves. perhaps he could have worded it better, but he did not want to interrupt the priest. he had some to respect the man and his devotion, so he just listened with an apologetic gaze. for there was truth in those words, and solomon could tell. he could be intelligent, but was he wise?

　　"it wasn't my intention to intrude in such a way. i wanted to witness the magesty of these caverns myself, as for the spirits...well, those are the reason why i reached for your guiding hand, sire." he clarified, now confronting the clear eyes of the elder. "i did not consult the priest of our court. to be quite frank, this had begun as a trip of knowledge, not of faith. which might have been my first mistake." it was difficult to atone to his missteps, but alas, he was not one to lie. "but trust me in this, my intentions are not those which i walked in here with. although...i do find satisfaction in the beauty of the caves."

[ansegar]

"   why thank you. always nice when people appreciate my ... nimbleness.   "           ansegar says with a smile ... a true, genuine, and amused one, though you might see a hint of smugness if you look close enough. to be fair to solomon, though, he has fought many men both on the wall and off it, both royals and not. there are even some who has been training their whole lives. and he can confidently say that some of them are less of a fighter than the prince.

"   yeah. we definitely can't have that.   "    ansegar chuckled before walking to where the weapons rack was, and coming back to the sparring ground with a staff in his hand instead. he gave solomon a look, as if asking for his permission to use it.    "   no blade, though this is a pretty strong wood. can't promise it won't be painful. and your choice?   "

　　"if my form is weird, your speed is inhumane." it should not be taken as an insult, though. the prince was genuinely impressed by the trainee's abilities in combat. and solomon was not a lousy fighter, at least he didn't think so. but he was aware that his strength lied on his brains, not his brawn. swallowing his pride, he took ansegar's hand, standing up and brushing off the excess of dirt from his trousers.

　　he flashed the man a questioning look, his heart still struggling to slow down its pace. "as long as i can bear a shield. i intend to return to beacon's reach with my head still attached to my neck."

[thunderclapbennett]

Bennett would trade his world in a heartbeat for this prince, and he was ashamed to even be thinking such a thing, but the amount of need he had. The want that filled every fiber of his being. The lust he felt. Dropping to his knees behind the prince he spread those round pert cheeks and began to devour the prince's hole, his tongue warming the tight ring before pushing into it, eating the man out hungrily as if he had no other care in the world.

When he felt it was nice and wet enough eh took fingers, getting back up and slowly began to insert them into the prince, stretching him out. The last thing he wanted was to hurt this beautiful man. This divine figure who was offering him such a precious gift. Bennett's cock ached and with every thrust of his fingers it twitched and leaked, his cheeks flushed with want and desire.

"Please tell me if I am hurting you Your Highness." he whispered in his ear as he lined himself up and began to penetrate Solomon fully.

　　"you need me so?" there was no need to ask, and yet solomon wanted to do so. since it had been freed, his hand travelled up and down the throbbing erection with ease, the tight confinement of his trousers being an issue no longer. his thumb stopped to smear the pinkish head with its own precum, then bringing it up to his beloved guard's lips and pressing it against them. "will you fill me with yourself until i cannot hold it any longer? are you worthy of leaking down my thighs?" the power ride made solomon's own groin twitch, tongue peaking out to swipe across bennett's neck. gently biting, not hard enough to mark. "prepare your prince."

　　as much as he enjoyed the weight against him, solomon pushed bennett away, turning away and bending against the table. legs parting to reveal the tight pucker that hid in between two round cheeks. the music and voices of the festival could be heard still, even if solomon could not care any less about them. all that mattered in that moment, was bennett.

[samrascrowfall]

"   solomon, we've known each other for a long time. you know that applies to the both of us.   "           samras says with a heartier laugh, as he ran a finger through the dusty page of the book. there was no joke in his words, though. he could still remember a time in their youth when their parents and half of the palace servants searched hours for the two 'missing' princes. and when they found them, they were asleep in one of the citadel's high towers. all because he and sol refused to leave their pile of books unfinished.

"   yes. it was my mother's book. she gave it to me because she wanted me to learn about her home.   "    samras says, scooting even closer to solomon when he turned the page again.    "   but one of the nobles demanded my father to take the book away. they say the mind of a crowned prince has no place for whimsy and creatures that doesn't exist.   "

there was a pause then ... before samras closed the distance between them and inching his lips close to solomon's ear so he can whisper.    "   but they're wrong. they're real. the dragons in the desert. i saw them with my own eyes.   "

　　very rarely did solomon like to have any company while reading. the only one he'd often allow to be with him was his pet crow, and only when the crow was willing to keep himself quiet - which was not very often. samras was just another exception to the rule, perhaps due to nostalgia. after all, it was the older prince whom had shown solomon the library they were in for the first time. so many years ago already... "just be warned, i never leave a chapter unfinished."

　　even if his focus was on the text before him, he often found himself peeking to the side. samras' gentle stare catching his own with an irritating ease. fingers tapping the corner of his page before turning it. "so you had read this before?" his curiosity had peaked, taking mild offence in samras knowing such a book existed, and now showing it to him in all their years of knowing each other. "it was tucked away in one of the taller cases. the spine had a fine coat of dust."

[mortalduality]

Once Lysandros heard the words of appreciation from the other prince, a wide grin gleamed on his lips. Clearly proud of himself and that the other enjoyed something that he did. The sorcerer knew that these gems could become into something ornate, but there was plenty of beauty to witness in its raw form. "I'm glad," Lysandros hummed. His answer purposefully short in an attempt to not swallow his tongue by saying more than he needed to. Though, it seemed like the following question was still enough to make the dark-haired man choke. Or at the very least clear his throat.

Lysandros, as well as his fraternal twin, were both sorcerers. A fact that was constantly bragged about by their father that both of his children inherited this gift. However, after a certain amount of time, the youngest of the two began to hide the extent of his capabilities. Which became a stain on the reputation the king was trying to set for his family. It was uncertain why the young prince would even begin to do this in the first place. Perhaps he subconsciously was helping his brother appear much better. Or maybe he just relished the belief that people thought he was just normal. He was unsure by the reasoning himself as it always changed, but he knew it made him feel safe somehow that he was withholding this information.

"Oh," the prince merely said in the beginning. Lysandros was going to initially lie to Solomon, explaining that he has explored these caves so often that he could traverse it with his eyes closed. Which he could to an extent. But even with that familiarity, it would not be able to explain being able to see something like the gem in the inky darkness where it was hidden. So, for whatever reason, Lys told him the truth. "It's not that dark for me," he explained before he pressed his finger to the side of his right eye. The statement was so matter of fact and his eyes appeared the same until eventually he decided to shift them into ones similar to a cat. "Actually, that's confusing," Lys amended reverting his eyes to normal. "I don't have to transform my eyes to be able to see in the darkness. I just can. I just wanted to exemplify that I have the ability to use magic. Which, I think it was just easier to just tell you and avoid this whole additional explanation. But here we are." Whatever cool facade that he had going on was completely dropped with the short tangent he forced upon Solomon.

　　the idea had been solomon's, through and through.

　　there had been so many books and stories he had read in regards to chasque, many of them centred around the beautiful crystals and gemstones that their caves held within them. no real magic around them, none that he knew of, but just nature being wonderful itself. it scratched that ever aching itch for the uncertain, to find such precious things in the dimmest of places. and to read about their formation made it even more fascinating.

　　and so, in company of a fellow royal, the ritrinc prince dived into the darkness. his trust put on lysandros' hands as they made their way across the treacherous paths. just a single lantern revealing the way for them.

　　even with his hiking boots on, there was hesitance in each of solomon's steps. it was rare for him to venture into such places for the sake of discovery, but being on the kingdom made it impossible for the young prince to pass on the chance. and so far, the company of the chasque prince had been quite pleasant. no need to force any small talk, just two young men focused on their mission.

　　taking the lantern from lysandros, solomon did as instructed, waiting patiently for him to return with whatever he had spotted. he could've joined him, but the prince thought logically. he was not nearly as familiar with the caverns as the other surely was - and if something was to happen, it would be easier to hop in and help if he wasn't in peril himself. thankfully, there was no need for any of that. soon, the fire could cast its light in the smiling features of the royal once again, along with a shimmer in his hand.

　　tourmaline. yes, he knew the gemstone, surely bellamy would have clean cut example of it in some obnoxiously extravagant necklace. but the one lysandros had was raw, dirty, and yet it still managed to sparkle beautifully. it brought memories back to solomon, of the first time he found a pearl within an oyster. he was little, and couldn't fathom such a pretty thing coming from such an unexpected place. which was exactly the case of that gem, and arguably, the prince holding it. "do trust me, it is more than suitable. it is perfect." the gem was cold in his hands, careful fingers turning it just to witness the hues changing against the light. "i cannot believe you could spot it in all this darkness."

[lebouffons]

a prince? well, he hadn't expected royalty to visit his little show. if he had known he would have rolled out the red carpet..right into the chimera's cage. but wyll would play nice, for now. he didn't particularly care for nobility, and with how solomon regarded him he felt as though the prince was snubbing him. standing up straight, wyll offers solomon a smile that was dripping in sincerity. "my apologies, your highness. if I had known I wouldn't have been so callous." wyll dips into a deep bow, masking that he had cast a glance at a lanky boy nearby. he merely lifts his brows, signaling for little crow to make sure everything was in order. wyll straightens up, having procured a bouquet of roses seemingly out of nowhere. "these are for you, your highness. it would be impolite of me not to offer a prince a gift." he grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. he straightens up, placing a hand at the small of solomon's back before gesturing at his carnival. "welcome to pavor nocturnus!" on cue two off duty clowns pull strings on concealed devices in their sleeves, sending confetti and streamers into the air. wyll beams at them both, then at solomon. "come, let me show you into the big top." without waiting for an answer he ushers solomon inside. the structure is impossibly tall, with ropes and a highwires hanging from the ceiling. in the middle of the tent a trainer is working with a hydra, perfecting the art of balancing large rubber balls atop of its many heads. with the sudden appearance of solomon the training is all for naught, the hydra turns to face solomon and her master. "that would be lola, my beloved." he says, referring to the hydra who flicks at the air with many forked tongues. "isn't she precious? hatched her m'self."

　　was he just called a pet? the prince swallowed his pride with a deep breath, chin up, straight back. if he was outside of that tent, it was not out of sheer pleasure. there was a looming intrigue regarding the arrival of a travelling circus to the docks of ritrinc. the spare taking note of the many people, both human and humanoid, settling themselves by the edge of the capital. his father dismissed it, not quite invested in whatever the common folk deemed as entertainment. solomon couldn't turn a blind it to it, and so he took matters to his own hands. if there was anything sketchy happening in there, he would take note of it. five royal guards in hiding, waiting for the royal to command them if needed. he could have summoned them right there and then, punish the ringmaster's insolence - but then again, how would he know he was speaking to a prince?

　　"no need for that. i am here in representation of king calder of house saewine." he confronted the taller male, confident in each step of his boots. "i am prince solomon, and i have come to run a general inspection of your performance and your facilities."