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Faryn internalized a smirk. "It's settled then. Three weeks," he affirmed, reaching the door to his wing. He reached out and turned the door knob with one hand. "Come here tomorrow for noon tea with Treza and I," he stated in a low voice, "Have a good evening, Jillian." He moved to disappear behind the door and close it behind him.

As soon as Faryn walked through the doors, a servant boy quickly took his traveling cloak for him and the others began preparing his own bath. But there was one curious element to the room that hadn't been there before. A small girl sat expectantly upon Faryn's black leather couch. A book lie open on her lap, but it was closed. She had sleek silver hair that was grouped into small pigtails, each of which were curled tipped with black. "Hello, big brother," she smiled looking up at the new arrival, though unlike bustling-about servants, she looked like a perfect princess decked in long silver nightgown of silk and lace lined the bottom ridge.
"Do you enjoy spying on me, little Treza?" he asked, one hand resting on the edge of his hip as he moved to lean over the couch where the girl sat.
"I have no idea what you mean," she replied, pretending to open the book and begin to read.
Faryn arched an eyebrow and rolled his eyes before taking the book from her. "That's why my five-year-old sister is reading The Odyssey? A bit old for you, isn't it? I can tell when you're lying to me, you know." The prince placed the book on a shelf before picking the young girl up, lifting her over the couch and placing her upon her slippered feet. "Come," he murmured, letting her take his hand as he walked to his desk. Her feet pattered along the stone floor, accompanying the sound of Faryn's dress shoes clacking softly. He extracted a piece of paper from his desk. "You're going to have tea with Jillian tomorrow, Treza," he informed her while writing out a message.
"Faryn! I will not! Why?? Sylvia was going to teach me how to ride a horse! I don't want to meet your dumb boyfriend."
Black eyes glared at her pastel pink ones. "Because I'm telling you to. And don't call him my 'boyfriend'. He's n--"
"Muertian says he is."
"Muertian's a fool. He doesn't know what he's talking about. Since when do you listen to fools?" he asked rhetorically, knowing it would silence her protest. He finished writing the note and lighting a wax candle, he dripped it upon the paper and sealed it with his signature mark. He handed it to the girl. "Now, enough of this nonsense. It's late and I have things to do. You're to give this note to him tomorrow at noon tea. Don't even consider opening it. I mean it. And if he asks where I am... tell him.."
"Tell him what? You're in your room? Oh, BIG surprise there Faryn," she countered sarcastically. A trait one might say they shared.
He breathed out a scoff. "No. Tell him I'm giving him a chance. That's all you need to say," he told her quietly so that the eavesdropping servants wouldn't hear a word. He stood and led her by the hand to the balcony. He saw the moon and wondered. "Treza, if I told you I loved you, would you believe me?" he asked suddenly.
She gave him a near-disgusted look. "Don't be weird, Faryn."
And with that, her form faded from the balcony until Faryn could no longer feel the warmth of her small hand in his own and he knew she'd materialized back in her own part of the castle. He returned to the inside, took his bath and then after an hour of preparation, proceeded to give his servants a list of items he wanted packed and ready by 8am sharp. Of course, they were under penalty of permanent petrification should they utter a word to any other servant not serving Faryn.
Slipping under the covers, he sighed. Marriage? Hah. It'd never happen. Jillian wouldn't even dare leave his precious nation alone for a few weeks. Love just... didn't exist in reality. The prince fell asleep in his bed wondering just how difficult it would be to find this Haeri character tomorrow.

The bump and clatter of a carriage on a paved rode slowly woke Alti. His eyes opened slowly and he blinked a few times. There was water in his eyes from the snow flakes that had melted on his lashes and he slowly lifted an arm to wipe it away. He sat up gingerly, feeling aches and paines as if his entire body were bruised. He frowned and looked around him - he was inside a carriage with a dozing boy and that brown-haired man he had seen before... He frowned slightly, wondering what he was doing in such a place.

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He shrugged. "If he says anything about it, he'll regret it. I said rather more than words earlier. After all, my magic is of Darkness." He smirked slightly, that mysterious expression present in his eyes. "He won't get off clean if he snitches - that's why there are so few liars in my kingdom," he said with a grin.

He frowned. "I don't look like one, though. I hardly ever wear black, despite my family trying to make me. And I don't find skulls too appealing. Faryn's more the goth prince than I am for sure!" he said, pretending to be offended, a slight pout on his lips.

He smiled. "Want me to help you pack? There may be some specific things you'll need to bring that you might not think of," he said with a slight shrug, hoping to suggest that he didn't mean any sort of insult to the one person worth talking to at this party. He yawned slightly. "Hnn... I'll be heading out, too, in any means. I think I've got a room here and even if I don't, I can probably bully someone into giving me a room since I'm so dark and scary."