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 Posted: Feb 19 2018, 04:01 PM
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It was as if the court had been cast in a spell, conjuring too many people with too many words to mingle together. The occasional glint of armor proved that not everyone there was of common decent, some were guards left around to keep everything in order. It was difficult to call anything about the affair orderly, with children running about in packs and adults drunkenly laughing. It was boisterous, as any festival was meant to be. Something had gone well enough to induce the celebrations, nothing that was obvious enough to the stranger in the crowd. He was easily picked out from the lack of attention to the events, the fire eater hardly getting a glance from the individual. His dress was odd, clothes dyed a pure black compared to the browns, tans, and blues most of the city's people wore.

The oddity didn't attract much attention, rather people moved farther from the man as they noticed him. He continued to slip through the crowds like a snake sliding through the grass. His approach lead him to the edge of the court celebrations, where vendors had sets up make shift booths in order to sell their quarries. Walking up to the one of the booths that had flowers laying in baskets, the stranger was met with the first man who tried to meet his gaze. The pair of optics was grey, almost white in color. They were a light contrast to the dark complexion of his skin. If the stranger hadn't smiled softly at the vendor's befuddlement, he might have been believed blind.

"A red rose, please." The stranger's voice was quiet and raspy, as if it wasn't used as much as it should be. When he spoke, the man kept his mouth as closed as possible, muffling his words even more. With a surprised blink, the vendor turned to fetch the object of request. "You know the rose is a sign of the Red King's court?" The stranger nodded slightly at the question he was asked but ushered no reply, leaving the vendor to continue on with his comments. "The King's son died earlier this month, said a member of the guard poisoned him in his sleep." He offered the rose across the table, squinting ever so slightly at the stranger who took it.

Regarding the rose with an almost delicate touch, the grey eyed man picked it up with a distant expression masking he's features. "The King has a bounty out for the murderer. They're even watching here, seeing as there was a plan to unite the two courts." The vendor shrugged, passing on his gossip with meaningless intend. The stranger slowly lifted his eyes from the flower to the man, smiling sadly. "I suppose we shall await the killer's execution." Setting a dirty gold coin on the table, the stranger turned and walked back into the crowd of dancing people.

If someone were to watch the dark head of hair slipping through the crowd, they might have noticed him wander to the other side of the celebrations, slinking into the shadows of the buildings like a dog in search of food. The red rose was gently pinched between two of his fingers, like a delicate weapon. The dog himself stayed with his back on one of the buildings, his gaze traveling to the glints of light that signaled armored guards of the royal family. He stayed there quietly in the shadows as the festival continued, his attention occasionally going to the rose he twisted between his fingers.

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 Posted: Feb 24 2018, 02:07 PM
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It had been nearly three weeks since the death of Prince Edmund, and the killer seemed to remain unknown and free from punishment. Because of this, precautions were made so that the death of another would not be as easy to attempt. These new precautions meant that Marceline was no longer permitted to wander about as she preferred; instead she had to ask permission. And if she was allowed to leave her quarters, guards were to accompany her and watch her more closely than ever. But she still managed to slip past them every once in a while.

Pulling the hood over her head, she began to weave through the crowd of people that were milling about. She knew that with her face hidden and her plain clothes, no one was recognizing her. Otherwise, they would have bowed politely as she walked past. But people continued to stumble about, completely oblivious to Princess Marceline, even as they bumped into her. Had Edmund caught her walking among the commoners like one herself, he would've slapped her hard across the check for being so foolish and stupid. But she wasn't like Edmund.

Edmund was always far more serious than Marceline could stand. But she would never wish her dear brother dead. He was supposed to marry, unite the two courts, and one day become King. Now she was the oldest, and soon to be married off to a Prince from another kingdom. The thought of it made her quite sick. So much so that at times, she feared she was growing mad. Ever since Edmund was murdered, she had very strange dreams. Dreams of turning into... a creature, and running beside a dog. She would awake every night in a panic, her skin drenched in sweat and her breathing labored.

The smell of fresh flowers danced across her nostrils, beckoning her forward until she saw the vendor. She wished to go and pick one, but when she heard of their conversation, she quickly turned her head and continued in the other direction. For once, she had enough of that conversation. She wanted to enjoy the festival without the mood being ruined by the talk of Edmund being murdered in his sleep. That's all everyone ever wanted to talk about, it seemed.

The flash of silver in the sunlight caught her attention. Guards were across the way, walking with her ladies-in-waiting who she had also abandoned in her pursuit of solitude. Pulling the hood down further, she quickened her pace and made her way into the shadows where she would not be seen. But she had been so hasty about it that she managed to bump into someone, causing her to gasp in surprise. If she was lucky, it would be a decent commoner. And if she was unlucky, it would be someone of authority.
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The guards weren't the only ones who failed to take his presence into account. The cloaked figure that was skirting the edge of the crowd didn't seem to know the meaning of inconspicuous, making themselves more noticeable as they tried to hide under the hood. It wasn't his job to babysit every sketchy citizen who wandered near him, even if this particular one had bumped into him. "If you're running from the guards, I'd suggest looking less like a criminal." The suggestion was offered through narrow lips and a dry tone, both of which limiting the recognition of his voice.

A few moments after he spoke, he noticed the smell. Most commoners couldn't afford perfume, let alone anything that smelled particularly strong. It brought a smile to his mouth, curling his lips back to expose a set of teeth closer to that of a dog's. There was a pair of large canines attached to his upper jaw and another, smaller pair, attached to the lower set of teeth. The smile wasn't menacing though, closer to something that might be deemed friendly. "You might want to avoid smelling like a flower bouquet next time."

One of the guards must have noticed them, because now one of the clunky suits of metal was slowly coming closer to investigate. Pressing his lips together quickly, the man made a displeased noise in the back of his throat. "Your cities guards men are annoying, they're too nosy for their own good. " With a huff, the grey eyed man pulled his own hood up, covering his eyes under the cloth. "I do hope you're not some criminal, I'd prefer not to get arrested."

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(I’m sorry this is taking so long, I’ve been so busy with schoolwork and health related issues. I’ll reply soon, I promise!)
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