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Music soothed the soul supposedly. Not that it helped with anything else. The music box given to her from another blackheart filled her office with a quite melody, and she half debated getting rid of it. The song reminded her too much of the those played at the court balls. She missed those days to be sure, but there was no use dwelling on them anymore. That life was lost her to. Her days of dancing in ball gowns gone. Now there was only paper work and fighting. And dealing with the occasional a*****e of overly friendly co-worker if they could be called that. She was to be set to town under orders of a 'favor'; the black hearts were to help patrol in order to keep the peace. As if Moraine believed in that, it was more posturing than anything. Keep possible majin aware that they would always have reason to fear. A final look to the music box as she went out, the former noble made not to get a different tune that day.

Not that any music shop had anything BUT the songs of court. She was supposed to patrol, but with the simple lack of anything, she'd basically resorted to walking around and trying to find a music shop. her walk was brisk as it took her down an alley. Little known short cut to the town's edge and to various shops. It was rare to see anyone but vagrants and drunks wandering in them. The sound of alarm in the distance had her head snap, it was the alarm of someone gone missing, no more.

It was only as pristine uniforms ran by that the blackheart paused. Royal escorts, but to whom? As the steps faded, a voice came forth from what she thought was some drunk covered in rags. Some boy, possibly a thief? The notion was dashed as he asked not be revealed. He'd been using illusion magic, high class magic at that. The cloak was hardly in rags and the face? Even her, one of the lowest families know of the heir. "Well." Pulling a petal from the rose in her hair, she flicked it over to the alley entrance to the road. The illusion of a rose covered wall forming. "They won't see you, but if you yell then I'm afraid you'll not have much luck your majesty."

Magic was second nature to her, especially organic magic. Floral based magic? Also second nature. Watching the noble go to touch the wall had part of her swelling with pride, the other part embarrassed. It was a rose wall. Nothing special or fancy. Idle she picked at a loose strand of hair while he inspected. Then picking at her hair turned into a semi frozen stance. Sharp, she moved, eyes flicking past the illusion to the people beyond. He was asking if he was being insulting and the manners she had learned told her no, she should say it would not be insulting, but- "Yes. It would be." The words came out harsher than she meant them to be and mentally she cursed herself. The royal family might not directly control the black hearts, but they could make their work harder.

One mistake and one name slip was all it would take after all.

Taking a breath to gather her thoughts Moraine went over, creating a more literal rose blockade behind her illusion. Cracks formed in the stone at their feet, and she scowled at the noise of the growing thorn covered tendrils. "No, I am not an enemy, though some in your court would happily paint me as such." She cast her gaze past the illusion once more. "For various reasons." The guards and escorts were fumbling down the road, but they'd soon trail back. "Either way, you've escaped your entourage for now, but that's about as much help as you'll get from me unless you swear to vouch for me. I'd rather not get saddled with the title of royal kidnapper. I personally would prefer murderer if I must get slandered." Just like how she'd prefer that to child killer. A witch eater was a witch eater, child or not, they were abominations and needed to be put down like the rabid dogs they were.
"And Majesty is.. courtesy. Calling you princeling would imply a higher or equal rank." His step closer had her stepping back slightly. "And, technically yes, though no majin or witch eaters have been active." Arms crossed she looked up briefly thanking the stars nothing was watching them from above. "Truth be told I was a new tune for a music box I received. Sadly every song I've found has been that of the courts." A sigh. "Just once I wish the peddlers didn't bend over backwards for the nobles. "

Moraine shrugged. Being honest was courtesy. That, and she really didn’t think lying about anything would really help her in this case. Maybe a little, but not by much. “Well, would you trust someone who lied or told you an honest truth. I played the court games before your majesty, pretty lies are nice, but they often do a disservice to one person or another.” Or they came and bit you in the a**. And in no longer being a part of the courts, she didn’t have to make pretty little lies anymore. Looking at her illusion, the black heart gave another shrug.
“The problem would be them recognizing your magic. Or, after enough times, coming to expect it. My rose wall for example? If another black heart who knew me saw that and was looking for me? It would betray me more than aid me. Illusions are a good magic to master, but there is a balance in knowing when and where to use them. If you took such lessons formally, they would probably spout off how you can always cast an illusion, but a soldier would tell you the most convincing illusion wouldn’t matter if you put something easily recognizable on it. If they knew what to look for with you. Even if I removed my roses, I am sure something would give me away. But, I ramble on.” She waved her hand.

Blue eyes looked to the prince. “Does the name Rustolf mean anything to you? It might have been before your time but… I still have my share of enemies. I worry a bit less for myself so much as you. After all, a disgraced noble black heart speaking to the prince behind an illusion, courts talk. It’s what they always do.” She motioned for him to follow. “If you can make yourself look like a reaper in training that would be best. Try to use Brown and Blue colors to signal apprenticeship to me. It’ll raise less questions.” She went around a corner, looking down an alley. “I am Moraine. I’ll take you the end of the alley, where you go after, that your majesty is up to you. You’d have to order me away though. ‘Duty to the crown to keeping the prince safe’ and all that.”