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Evren, like the Prince his father raised him to be
come, is incredibly charming and well-spoken.
He is very innovative with his thinking, and has
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Evren's personality, he is also a very imaginative
and creative person. His passion to learn more
about the world, as well as his impressive music
al abilities, are the qualities that are most impo
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𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗. 𝗦𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚

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Evren can be a rather stubborn person,
and very argumentative. He likes to stan
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very easily. This is so apparent that he
can be rather bratty sometimes, much t
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is also a very witty person. Especially wi
th his words. He has no problem teasing
his half brother or his friends. He also is
pretty sly and impish, which is a quality
that can either be good or bad depend

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ⅰ. evren sataella ⅱ. cis male ⅲ. 23 years old
ⅳ. birom/sexual ⅴ. 6'0" ⅵ. black hair ⅶ. black
eyes ⅷ. human ⅸ. crown prince of ashain
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ing on the circumstances. Overall though, the
title of the Crown Prince does weigh heavy on
his shoulders. Causing him to become easily stre
ssed most of the time. As well as having rather
fluctuating self esteem. Especially if he feels as
if he isn't at his 100% at any time of the day.

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Aerais, or (his fake human name) Caspian, is fo
r the most part, a very cunning and devious pe
rson. His loyalty to others is always very flimsy
and weak. He is loyal to those who can pay him
the most. Which right now, just so happens to
be the royal family. So he does their dirty work

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without complaint. For a price of course. Even
though he is (sorta) loyal to those who pay him,
he is very much a troublemaker. His impulsivity
can be rather strong, and he often finds himse
lf in places he shouldn't be. Learning informati

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ⅰ. caspian graham/aerais solumn ⅱ. cis male
ⅲ. 22 years old ⅳ. panrom/sexual ⅴ. 6'3" ⅵ.
blonde hair ⅶ. blue eyes ⅷ. aerais' wings
ⅸ. mercenary/seelie fae ⅹ. fc: tom blyth

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on he shouldn't be hearing. Caspian is a ve
ry flirty person. He likes to get what he w
ants, & if that means flirting to get inform
ation or the valuables he needs, he doesn't
mind. He's natural charismatic and charm
ing anyways. So it comes rather easy to hi
m. While he may seem like not the greate
st person, he is emotionally intelligent,

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and knows when he's gone too far. To the
few that he considers his loved ones, he i
s always rather gentle and caring towards
them. And if he really cares about you, he
would sacrifice any kind of valuable if it
meant his loved ones safety. Though his

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trust is a hard things to earn. Probably be
cause of his deep rooted trust issues from
being orphaned young, and having to raise
himself in a land not kind towards fae.

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ⅰ. captian fallon nicholai (nn: silver) ⅱ. cis female ⅲ. 25
years old ⅳ. demirom/sexual ⅴ. 5'7" ⅵ. dark brown
hair ⅶ. black eyes ⅷ. mermaid/human hyrbid ⅸ. pirate
ⅹ. athletic build ⅺ. fc: golshifteh farahani

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ⅰ.iqaella fuhrein ⅱ. cis female ⅲ. 35 years old
ⅳ. lesbian ⅴ. 5'3" ⅵ. black hair ⅶ. light brown
eyes ⅷ. unseelie fae ⅸ. syndicate leader
ⅹ. slim fit build ⅺ. fc: ruth negga ⅻ. iqaella's wings

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ⅰ. sir maron zachari ⅱ. cis male ⅲ. 27 years old
ⅳ. queer sexuality (doesn't like labels) ⅴ. 6'1" ⅵ. brown
hair ⅶ. dark brown eyes ⅷ. human knight ⅸ. athletic
build ⅹ. fc: ben barnes

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ⅰ. asteria blackgale ⅱ. cis female ⅲ. 31 years old
ⅳ. birom/asexual ⅴ. 5'6" ⅵ. copper hair
ⅶ. green (sometimes red) eyes ⅷ. sorceress
ⅸ. slim fit build ⅹ. fc: elizabeth olsen

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Captain Fallon Nicholai, or Captain Silver (as many call her), has no
allegiance to any court, noble, or kingdom. The only loyalty she has
is for herself. As an orphan, she had to raise herself, which is where
her ruthless exterior and hard interior comes from. She's cold, and
unforgiving. Especially towards those who think they can try and tri
ck her. She has sharp eyes, so try and pull a fast one on her, and you
'll most likely just end up loosing an appendage or two. She does ha
ve a soft spot for children though. And if you somehow manage to e
arn her trust, she'll fight the gods for you. Though, that doesn't mea
n that her sharp wit and snarky tongue will go away. In fact, she lov
es teasing her loved ones. Nonetheless, her biggest quality will alw
ays be her determination & ability to get whatever she wants.

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Iqaella is a rather hateful person. Not towards her fellow fae, as sh
e shows a never ending empathy for them. But rather towards hum
an kind. She has seen what the humans in Ashain have done to the
fae that live there, and she is ready to get rid of any human that d
ares to go against her. Most importantly, the royal family. Iqaella ha
s a powerful voice, and her influence spreads wide throughout the
streets of both Ashain and Thedial. She's very emotionally intelligen
t and confident in herself. While she has a lot of good qualities, her
hate blinds her. She has started to become more of a violent and
aggressive person. Even towards fae kind (especially if they don't
agree with her views, values, or morals). She often manipulates
and tricks others into doing her dirty work. Overall, she's a big thre
at to the semi-peace between the countries of Thedial and Ashain.

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Sir Maron Zachari is above all, loyal to the royal family. He is your
typical knight in shining armor. Brave, courageous, and maybe just
a little too willing to give up his life for those in a higher position
of power. On one hand, he is the dutiful solider. Taking orders, and
preforming tasks to the best of his abilities without any complaint.
On the other hand though, he is a pretty cocky person. His fiery he
art and his big ego is something that can definitely get in the way of
being completely well behaved. Even though he can be rather full
of himself sometimes, he still puts others before himself. Even if the
y're of lower status to him. Which makes him a very friendly person
that you can joke around together with ease. His family has been se
rving the royal family for generations, and he is no exception to tha
t tradition. His role in the royal guard is something he is proud of.

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The Witch of the East is just a legend that parents tell their childre
n about so they go to bed on time. What many don't know, is that s
he is very much real. And very much a force to be reckoned with.
Which is probably why the crown decided to use her special talents
(in exchange for freedom of course. Ashain doesn't usually smile ki
indly down on those with magic). Asteria is extremely protective of
those she cares about, as well as an extremely vulnerable person.
She has a habit of wearing her heart on her sleeve, which has gotte
n her manipulated and betrayed more times then she can count. To
the point where when those who think they can threaten her try,
it will be the greatest mistake of their life. While she may be a kin
d soul at heart, it takes a lot for you to gain her trust. She's not on
e to trust easily. But you'll gain a lifelong protector if she does.

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➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳
𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷

𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪
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birth name Remon Sataella
nicknames Remi
age 20
species human
role second prince of ashain
gender male
sexuality queer
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height 5'9 | 175.26 cm
eyes brown hazel
hair dark brown (naturally white-ish silver)
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family
King Dorin Sataella (father)
Queen Ululani Sataella (mother)
Crown Prince Evren Sataella (older half-brother)
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Remon Sataella is the only child between Dorian Sataella, the King of Ashain, and Ululani Sataella, his second Queen, and the King's youngest son overall. As he is the second prince and is not the heir apparent, he did not have much in the way of political training and instead was made to focus on learning the country's history with Theidal and swordsmanship. Remi was initially a very sheltered child as he was a very sickly child, though, as time went on he got healthier and was allowed to leave his mother's or his nanny's side more regularly. From a very young age, he adored his older half-brother and would tend to cling to him whenever the crown prince was around him. After becoming more healthy, he was a very rambunctious child and would get in trouble frequently, his favorite trick was to hide from his nanny and the palace guards. Because of his area of study, he learned about the complex relationship between the humans and the two fae courts; the more he learned the more horrified he became at the treatment of the fae in Ashain. Remi would often attempt to befriend the very few faes that were voluntarily in the palace; he also wrote a series of. (unpublished) essays on the relationship of the humans and the fae as well as the cultural differences based on the many books he has read and information he collected from the faes in the palace that were willing to speak with him. Despite all of this, he has yet to speak out about these things because he knows that the likelihood of him being listened to is low because he is not the king nor crown prince. Remon is talkative and easily excited, especially when he's near his brother as he desperately wants to impress him. Like many would assume due to his title, he has his moments of being a brat and can also be very stubborn. Remi is extremely clever and passionate but finds a lot of difficulty in voicing his actual opinions and beliefs due to fear of being ignored or cast aside by his family. He is known as somewhat of a flirt and a tease, Remon also tries to play matchmaker with the people in the palace, regardless of who it is, apart from those who are already in committed relationships. He has even flirted with a particular individual to try and figure out if a different individual has feelings for them.

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𝓐𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷

𝓝𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮
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birth name Mu'ru Araelassh
human name Ascelin Nolle
nicknames Lin and Little Beast (family only)
age 25
species unseelie fae-human hybrid
role crown prince's sworn sword (ferweved)
gender male
sexuality bisexual; ml
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height 6'6| 198.12 cm
eyes dark brown
hair dark brown
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Sorene Nolle (mother)
Nielain Vernedarie (father)
Nymaia Araelassh (younger sister)
Qilae Araelassh (younger brother)
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Mu'ru Araelassh is the oldest child of Sorene Nolle, a human healer, and Nielain Vernedarie, a colonel in the Unseelie army. Mu'ru was one of the first hybrids born in a wave of Unseelie fae and human marriages that shocked older fae generations. As an Unseelie fae-human hybrid, he experienced some discrimination from full-blooded Unseelie growing up in Theidal. However, as the son of a member of the Unseelie military, he was only ever permitted to retaliate during battle practice at the academy. Though the amount of discrimination he faced in Theidal for being a hybrid was nowhere near the hostility he faced with humans in Ashain. When he was five years old, his mother took him to visit her parents in northern Ashain but was met with extreme hostility when they arrived. The only thing he really remembers he has of that encounter is a word his grandparents aimed at his direction, "monstrosity." Other than that he had very few interactions with humans outside of his mother and the human parents of other hybrids, though he never hated humans the way that some fae do. Mu'ru was always in the top ranks at the academy in the Unseelie Court and graduated at the top of his class; upon his graduation, he was offered a rank in the Unseelie military but rejected it as he wanted to make a name for himself without the influence of his father attached to it. The only way he saw this is as possible was to glamour himself and go to Ashain to join their knights. He realized that he would have to keep the fact that he was half-fae a secret or face being stripped of his knighthood and be possibly accused of being a fae spy. After showing his battle prowess and courage, he was chosen to be the knight for the crown prince of Ashain. Ascelin (frustratingly) caught feelings for his royal charge but has managed to keep them hidden and remains fiercely loyal to him. He is an extremely hard-working individual and values loyalty above all else. Lin is somewhat stern and at times overly serious, but in certain situations, he is able to relax. He is not an intentionally flirty person, though some things he says definitely come across as being flirtatious. Ascelin is a hopeless romantic at heart and desperately wants to have the kind of love his parents have.

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Nymaia Araelassh, Ayda Nolle, is the second child and only daughter of Colonel Nielain Vernedarie and Sorene Nolle. It was apparent almost from the start that the bond between her and her older brother, Mu'Ru, was strong. When she was five years of age, Mu'Ru snuck out in the dead of night to travel to Ashain to become a knight. She is far different than her serious older brother as she is far more free-spirited. From a young age, it was clear that Nymaia was greatly skilled at healing just as her mother had shown when she was a child. Despite being a little over sixteen years old, she became the Autumn Court's apprentice healer due to her adept skill.

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Sir Garrik Teodorn Maedad, the 21-year-old fourth son of Lord Elyot Maedad and Lady Sela Aveine, is the Head Personal knight of Prince Remon. As the fourth son, there was little chance of him inheriting any land or wealth so, he decided at the age of 8 that he would become a knight alongside his third older brother Rastan. Upon entering knight training, he began to admire the recently knighted Sir Ascelin Nolle and became well-known for it. Near the end of his training, he was of the three trainees assigned Sir Ascelin as a mentor/tutor. He has a great deal of respect and admiration for the older knight, and will always jump to his defense if he hears someone trying to badmouth him. Despite being a royal knight, he swore an oath of fealty to Prince Remon and will do anything to uphold it.

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Eosael Taksil is the 25-year-old second-in-command of the Syndicate, and was exiled and labeled a traitor by the Seelie Spring Court. He was orphaned at a young age and was raised by friends of his parents, who both turned out to not be the best influence for an already angry child. They made him take the fall for their wrongdoings, he was originally sentenced to imprisoned but it was later changed to exile. Eosael is far too clever for his own good and just as cruel as his leader, he will stop at nothing to make the Syndicate succeed.

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[Seokjinnie]

X█║ 𝔰𝔦𝔯 𝔞𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫 '𝔩𝔦𝔫' 𝔫𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢 ║█X

indentHe hated this game. The game of searching for his prince who somehow managed to slip past him, alright he knew exactly how he did it even if the prince didn’t realize it himself. All it usually took was a smile or push to his arm to get Ascelin to give into the prince, well, unless they were in a dangerous situation. The tall half-fae looked throughout the long winding halls of the Ashain palace with a scowl. He’s going to get an earful when I find him… Lin passed by a line of knights who were debating about the rights of fae in Ashain without a word, it was challenging at first to not speak up for his people when the humans were being ignorant and arrogant, but unless he wanted to be imprisoned he had to keep his mouth shut and his shoulders back. After nearly fifteen minutes of searching, he spotted the crown prince out on the practice field wielding a sword. He narrowed his eyes when he caught a gleam of silver and he took off toward the prince in a run. On too many occasions the king pulled him aside to remind him that unless there was a battle or a blunt blade, Evren was not to wield an actual sword. Ascelin let out a huff as he reached the prince, he stuck out his hand carefully, dodging the blade; placing his hand gently on the prince’s wrist, and spinning the other man to face him, “Little Princeling, we have discussed this,” He glanced down into the other’s dark eyes, fighting himself to not get distracted in them, “His Majesty, your father, has requested, no, ordered me to not let you touch a sharpened blade unless it is necessary.”

indentLin gently took the weapon away from the prince, “This blade seems to be as sharp as I made mine this morning. I cannot allow His Royal Brattiness to use this sword, either use the wooden training one I gave you last time or a blunt one.” He took the sword to the side and placed it carefully into the wall holster, turning back to face him with his arms across his chest. Ascelin, honestly, hated this as much as Evren did, he felt that it would be best that his prince would be prepared for the worst, but he was not in charge. The fae hybrid walked slowly back over to the crown prince with a grimace and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Tirak, I know this is frustrating for you, but I need you to do as the King requested because I prefer my head attached to my neck. I also cannot protect you if I have no head or eyes to spot you with.” At the sound of the door leading into the training opening, he quickly dropped his arm and stepped away from the prince, straightening his shoulders as he did so. Ascelin glanced up over to his prince, “Prince Evren, perhaps you would like to go to get something to eat or to the library,” He dropped his voice so only the prince could hear him, “Please, Arhoae?” He knew that begging, well sort of begging, was a long shot, but it was worth a try and Lin was positive that Evren would take joy in teasing him about it later.

[Seokjinnie]

X█║ 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 '𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔦' 𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞 ║█X

indentRemon smirked as he darted across the hall, sliding behind a wide pillar. He fought the urge to laugh as the servant looked around confused as to where he went. There was not a single part of him that didn’t realize how childish he was being at this moment, but he was irritated and this was the quickest way for him to calm down. After reading over some of the fae testimonies he received over the past few months, he had been greatly angered at how the humans of Ashain treated them. But what more could he do than offer compensation and write essays he can never publish? If he spoke he would be ignored or, if he was heard, be treated like a child throwing a tantrum. The arrogance of his people astounded him, how could they act so horridly to the fae and expect the fae to not retaliate or at least defend themselves. He stood up with a smile as he watched the servant disappear from sight. The smile fell from his face when he heard someone clear their throat behind him and felt a strong pinch at his ear, “Mama?!” He turned to see an aggravated look on her face, “Mama, you can’t pull at my ear like this! I’m not a child!” His mother’s eyebrows shot up, ‘Oh is that so? I thought only children hid from servants to tease them, my mistake.’ She spoke as she pulled him down the hallway by his ear, her grip never loosening. Remi let out a small whine as she dragged him over to where the servant stood, only letting go of his ear then, ‘Remon Sataella, you apologize right this instant, or I shall tell His Majesty of what you did last month in the library. Now.’

indentThe young prince winced, rubbing the sensitive skin of the ear that must surely now be bright red from his mother’s grip, “I am deeply sorry for playing a trick on you,” His eyes darted over to read his mother’s face and she still did not look pleased, “It was unkind as well as unbefitting of my age and station.” The servant accepted the apology and ran off as soon as she was dismissed. He pouted as looked down at his feet, “Mama… I was just bored. You never got mad like this when I did it before.” His mother let out a surprised laugh, ‘You were a child then and not twenty years old so, of course, I didn’t get mad. It is no longer cute and you must stop this kind of behavior at once, do you hear me?’ Upon his agreement, his mother walked off smiling at the people as she passed. Remon stared at her retreating form with his head tilted to the side, there had been something off about his mother. He couldn’t quite put a finger to what it was, but something had certainly been off, perhaps, she had been paler than usual and seemed a bit more tired than usual. His mother rarely showed her exhaustion and she was still quite young, how odd… but perhaps she’s becoming ill?

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indentCaspian was yanked by the collar and slammed against the alleyways cobble walls before he could even comprehend what was happening. Pain blossomed at the back of his skull, and he knew that a bump would be there if he reached his fingers back and gingerly touched it. Gathering his composure, Caspian clenched his teeth together and scowled. A hiss of pain escaping his lips as he quickly looked down at who decided to assault him this early in the morning.
indentOf course it was Fallon Nicholai who had him pushed up against a wall. A blazing look of fury on her face as per usual. Caspian’s scowl only deepened as he took her in. Her wild mane of dark brown hair was pushed out of her face, tied back by string. Her eyes were as black as midnight, but where much more unforgiving then the night sky could ever be. She looked pissed, but when was Fallon ever happy.
indent“Okay, Ow. No need to be hostile, Silver.”
indent“It’s Fallon to you,” she spat. Hands digging deeper into the fabric of his collar. She sure had a grip. “And you were supposed to be at the castle by now. You’re late, Aerais.”
indentCaspian rolled his eyes. So dramatic. He was sure the King and Queen didn’t mind if he was a few minutes late. He probably wasn’t a priority anyways. Cas knew better than to say that out loud though. He didn’t want to show up with a black eye in front of royalty. He gently put his hands on her wrist, grinning down deviously at her as he dragged her lithe fingers off his loose linen white shirt. She hissed at the contact, quickly snatching her hands away and taking a step back.
indent“Don’t worry, Captain. I was actually on my way to the castle right now. You can tell the syndicate everything is under control,” he said. Voice growing low at the mention of the secret organization.
indentFallon’s eyebrows furrowed for a second, making her look much older than she actually was. Before she nodded and moved aside, letting him pass freely. Finally. He stepped away, black boots meeting stone. He was about to let this eventful conversation drop, before he spun on his heel. Walking backwards as he delighted the young pirate Captain with his voice one last time before he left.
indent“Who knew mermaids could be so feisty!”
indentHe laughed as she started for him again, but he was already gone. Finally getting onto the kingdom's main road. Effectively disappearing into the crowd of people and losing the angry brunette. The information that Silver was half mermaid wasn’t well known. In fact, he was pretty certain her ship's crew knew nothing about it. Information like that was always valuable, especially if you know how to use it.
indentCaspian walked the road up to the gates of the large castle. Marveling at both the large structure as well as the busyness of the town. The winter solstice was in a couple days, and it seemed everyone was stalking up for the cold winter that was soon to come. While the country of Ashain was busy for their own reasons, he knew that the fae of Thedial were busy for another. Every solstice was a big deal to the fae. Huge parties were thrown to celebrate the changing of the seasons. To not only celebrate the seasons cycle, but to celebrate the unity of the unseelie and seelie courts. Even if there was always going to be a tad of hostility between them.
indentCas hated Winter. So he was less enthusiastic about celebrating it then most. Especially since he didn’t even grow up in the courts like normal full blooded fae would. He didn’t know if it was because he was a Summer seelie fae, or if it was because he simply just hated the cold. Whatever the reason, he was much less happy than most about the solstice. He could probably guess that Iqaella was excited. She was a Winter fae after all. She’d be given more magic power in only three days time. Lucky her.
indentBefore making it to the gates, Cas checked that his glamour was still in check. He knew it was, otherwise he most definitely would have been spotted in the city. But it was always good to make sure. Nonetheless, he could feel his glamour working. The buzz under his skin signifying that it was up and covering his fae features. His long pointed ears would have been a dead giveaway that he was fae. And if it wasn’t his ears, it was the long wings protruding from his back.
indentEven though his glamour was always up and working when he was in Ashain, Caspian still wrapped the thin wings around his torso with bandages. He could never be too careful. Even if he had to sometimes lock himself in a room alone to unbandage and rebandage them when the pain got too unbearable. Finally making it to the front gate, he stopped right in front of two guards that gave him rather tense looks. He grinned back at them as he cleared his throat to speak.
indent“My name is Caspian Graham. I’m here to see the King.”
indentThe younger of the two knights looked to the other nervously. He couldn’t have been older than 18. The older dark haired one nodded to the younger, before turning to Caspian with a controlled expression as he spoke.
indent“Right. Please follow me.”
indentThe gate was opened and the knight walked forward, leaving the younger one alone as another knight came to take his place. They made it inside, and Caspian pretended that he couldn’t help but take a moment to stare wide eyed at the long archways, gold and marble walls, and beautiful art pieces that seemed to cover the place. He’d seen it all before, but the knight before him didn’t know that. The knight caught the perfectly crafted look on his face, and chuckled.
indent“That’s probably everyone's reaction when seeing it for the first time. I’m sure I looked the same way.”
indentCas would have probably been embarrassed of his fake expression if this didn’t give him an opportunity to get information.
indent“It is rather impressive. How long have you been here?”
indentThe knight contemplated for a second or two, his steps slowing for a second before picking up once more. “Probably about 11 years. Been here since I was 16.”
indentCaspian nodded with a controlled grin. He probably knew every inch of this place. Could be useful to get to know. He placed his hands behind his back, innocently looking at the knight beside him as he let a low whistle escape his lips. “That’s a long time. You must know the royal family well.”
indent“I suppose. Take a left here.”
indentCas took a left, ignoring the clipped response. It didn’t matter anyways. They had made it to the throne room. Caspian schooled his facial expression, but he couldn’t help but feel his hands become a tad sweaty. He was usually a rather collected and suave person, but he supposed that meeting royalty of any kind would be nerve wracking.
indent“Thank you..Sir?”
indent“Sir Maron Zachari.”
indent“Thank you, Sir Maron,” he finished, trying to memorize the bearded man's face before spinning towards the large marble door. It was pulled open to reveal a throne room. The king sat in a large throne, reading a scroll in his hand. The more he read, the more his lips pierced and his eyebrows strung together. Interesting. Sir Maron cleared his throat from beside him, shifting on his feet.
indent“Your Majesty, I have Caspian Graham here for you.”
indentThe king finally looked up, a greying black hair escaping it’s place under his crown and falling onto his forehead. Caspian was surprised the man still had hair. From beside him, the knight quickly bowed respectively before turning on his heel and leaving the room. Caspian took a couple steps forward before doing the same. Bowing low and sweeping his long black overcoat behind him dramatically, before standing up again to meet the dark eyes of the king. He was sure that the King’s eyes were probably a grey, but from where he was standing they looked an inky black.
indent“Caspian Graham. So we finally met. I heard you’re the best mercenary a man can buy. Is this true?”
indentCas grinned. “I’d hope so, Your Majesty. Otherwise I’d say my reputation has failed me.”
indentThe King chuckled. It wasn’t a nice thing to hear. “Excellent. I hear you like gold, yes? How would you like to do a job for me. Though do bear in mind, it might take you a bit to complete. Even if you're as good at gathering information as you seem to be.”
indentCaspian’s grin wavered, just a tad. That didn’t sound good, even if he was getting paid. “Well you know my price, Your Majesty. That’s all you need to buy my skills. What’s the task if I may ask?”
indentGods, he hated being polite.
indent“I’m sure you’ve heard about our little fae problem,” The King said, twirling his hind in the air as if brushing away a fly. “I’ve been notified of the gathering of more and more of these creatures. Hiding in the shadows of Ashain, waiting for attack. It seems that we might be on the brink of war with Thedial from the looks of things. I’ve already started taking care of the infestation we seem to have. But what I need from you is to dig up information on this little group calling themselves “The Syndicate.””
indentCaspian wanted to throw up.
indent“You’ll be compensated, of course. Would triple your usual prices be sufficient? I’ll even give you a place to stay at the castle for the time being. Until you can dig up information on this annoying thorn in my side.”
indentHe didn’t know what to say for a second. This would definitely complicate things. Cas would most likely have to talk to Fallon again soon. Even better if he could get a hold of Iqaella. This might make things both harder and easier for his original goal.
indentThe Syndicate had contacted him weeks ago for a job. Poison the Queen. He’d been doing that well so far, slowly but surely. It was hard though. Sneaking into the castle was never an easy task. When he had gotten the offer to meet the king to discuss a job, he had been thrilled. It was easier access to complete the job he was already hired to do. The Syndicate knew that as well, which was probably why Fallon paid him a little visit. The conflict of interest didn’t matter as much to Caspian as it would his other employer. Caspian had always been a rat, a traitor, a mercenary. He followed the gold. Who cares if he was a double agent? Even if something inside of him told him that he was betraying his kind.
indentCaspian quickly got over it, and he knew that the Syndicate would as well. They would probably use his new found access to the palace grounds to their advantage. Cas smiled up at the King. He couldn’t refuse
indent“Sounds like we have a deal, Your Majesty.”
indentThe King grinned, though it wasn’t a pleasant sight. Not after the Kings whole anti-fae speech. He clapped his hands together, before gesturing to a servant beside him. “Perfect! I’ll have someone direct you to where you’ll be staying for the time being. I’ll get more detailed instructions about your job for you later.”
indentThe servant stepped forward the same time Caspian bowed goodbye to the King. He was an old man with a bald head and a beard. He looked much too old to be working still. The old man gestured for him to follow, and just as he was about to, he heard his name spoken one last time.
indent“Oh, and Caspian?”
indent“Yes, Your Majesty?”
indent“If any fae decides to get in your way,” The King paused to give him a smile. “Do kill them for me.”
indentCaspian could only nod, before turning away and following the servant out the room. He followed dumbly after the servant, not really sure how to process the last couple events that just took place. Cas almost ran straight into the bowing figure of the servant because he wasn’t paying attention. It took him five seconds to wonder why the servant was gently bowing before he made direct eye contact with the person he has been slowly poisoning for the past couple weeks. Blue eyes blown wide, Caspian quickly bowed. Desperately trying not to make eye contact as he stared much too intently at the floor. She passed rather swiftly, smiling gently at those she passed. Cas almost felt guilty for slowly killing her. Almost.
indentAfter the servant had continued walking, he followed behind. Glancing inquisitively at a man staring after the Queen, before passing a group of knights discussing debating the rights of fae in Ashain. Cas almost barked out laughing. Like fae had any rights in the first place in this godforsaken country.
indentFinally making it to his room, the servant bid him goodbye before turning on his heel and walking away. Caspian looked at his door, sighed, and swung it open.
indent"This is going to be an interesting job," He grumbled to himself.