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Maggie| Castle, Dining Hall| Hagrid, NPC Aristocrat

Maggie twisted her head at the sounds of a quarrel. The tough little maid shoved through the gathering crowd, ignoring the hisses of annoyance and displeasure. She stepped into the circle of dogs and narrowed her eyes at the two in the centre. One, a huge red brute, was leaning dangerously towards a small, aristocratic thing, who had the haughty expression Maggie knew all too well. With a growl of irritation, she stepped in between the quarrelling canines. “Aight you sorry sacks of fur, stop this right now or ae’ll have ye kicked out of this banquet.” She turned her blazing eyes onto the aristocrat, thrusting her snout close to his. “And ye! Ae don’t care abut ye high-class shenanigans. And ae won’t hesitate to throw ye out meself!” She took a step back, her brown and white fur ruffled. “Now behave yeselves or ye won’t be welcome here.” She flicked her eyes towards the red brute. “Aight, now ye should return to the banquet, unless ye have any objections?” She spat, flattening her ears and glaring at the aristocrat. Tsk... she though. I don’t know whay Barnabas would invite stuck a stuck-up rat of a dog... Maggie lifted her snout with a challenging expression.

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Ophelia | Royal Consort | Castle- Dining Hall | Mentions: Ashlyn, Persephone, Ambrosia, Barnabas (Directly) Sadiki
( Indirectly)

"You're very much correct, Your Highness. My names Persephone, but if its too much of a mouthful I don't mind being called Perse. " "Why thank you! You're too kind, Ophelia. Is it alright if I call you that? " The light coated dame-Persephone as Ophelia now knew replied. " You may call me that, if you wish. And I'm only stating the obvious, they truly are gorgeous. They fit your face perfectly, Persephone." Ophelia woofed out once more. It was obvious that Ophelia was stating the truth and not lying to Persephone just to get on her good side. And your Highness. It's good to see you, you're looking as lovely as ever, Mother. Ambrosia said to Ophelia who replied with a gentle "You too dear." G-greetings, Your Majesty. M-my name is Ashlyn "Good evening to you too Ashlyn. There's no need to be nervous, I don't bite. Did you grow the plants you have on you now?" The aging collie prompted, " They look quite healthy and ripe."

At the ailing king's suggestion, Ophelia offered, " I could take you Perse, though the guards probably know more secret passages and the like. And Ashlyn, If you wanted to come along we could go through the gardens. I think you would be interested in that, since my daughter did say that you were a gardener." A plate was set in front of her and she took a quick bite of the meal. " The chefs seemed to have outdone themselves today, and I heard that there was to be soup later on. The chef that makes it is quite good at his job." Ophelia remarked to Barnabas.

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Hildibrandr | Royal Guard | Location: Castle: Dining Hall.
Mentions: Hagrid, Maggie, NPC.

During his pondering a commotion burst forth from a crowd of dogs further in the hall. Hilibrandr turned his head to gaze towards the noise and his eyes narrowed. Of all the days for unruly guests. He thought, his nose crumpling in displeasure. He waited for a moment in hopes that someone else would handle it, his golden leer watching the room half-curiously. The longer he stood there the clearer it became, no other guards were interested in dealing with the squabble. Typical. "Of course. No one trouble yourselves, I've got it... again." He grumbled under his breath, tired of standing idle and listening to the loud chatter. Strolling across the room, he began to forcefully nose his way through the crowd. By the time he had made it close, however, he could hear that one of the castle's staff had already jumped in to settle the situation. "Aight you sorry sacks of fur, stop this right now or ae’ll have ye kicked out of this banquet." The voice rang out from amidst the cluster and he paused his trek momentarily to take in the sound. He immediately recognized their accent, of course, though he couldn't remember the lass' name off the top of his head. She was a maid if he remembered correctly. What was she doing breaking up a fight?

After a low growl of warning the remainder of the crowd shuffled out of his way and he finally managed to reach the perpetrators. "Quit standing around gawking and go find your seats." He snarled towards the onlookers, swiveling around at once to glare at the source of the commotion. A noble, a maid, and... "Hagrid?" He wheezed out, confusion apparent on his face. Studying the familiar dog, he raised a concerned brow. He knew that great mass of red fur anywhere, it truly was his brother but why was he arguing with these two? His eyes had brightened for a moment at the sight of his sibling but turned sour again at this thought. Turning to stare irately at the short-statured noble, his lips peeled back to reveal his fangs. "Go about your business lest you want to be kicked out. This is no place for your petty outbursts." He barked, his warning aimed directly at the irritated terrier. He wasn't entirely sure what words had led to this argument but he wasn't about to lay blame on his brother. Besides, even if he had to bark a word or two of discipline towards the brute it wouldn't be in the presence of such a snotty little rat. He let out a rather loud sniff of disapproval at the shorter canine before turning away in a rude manner to address the maid and his brother. "Thank you..." His mind began to race as he scrambled to remember her name. Mabel.. Mandie.. Oh, wait- "...Maggie, for stepping in. It seems the guards on duty at this time are piss-poor at their jobs." A tinge of irritation crept into his voice as he spoke of his fellow soldiers. His sharp gaze swept across the room to leer at the dogs positioned at the doors before he would let out a hum and open his jaws to speak again. "Explain yourself. Why are you arguing with a noble, let alone one no taller than your shin?" He turned to face Hagrid this time, furrowing his brow in a stern manner.

Barnabas | Monarch | Location: Castle: Dining Hall.
Mentions: Ophelia, Ashyln, Heir(s). (Directly.) Sadiki, Hildibrandr, Maggie. (Indirectly.)

He had disinterestedly listened to the other dogs talk away. His attention was still on the full plate of food sitting ahead of him, an uneasy feeling rising in his stomach. Could the potion be wearing off this soon? He gulped loudly, his jaw clenching in fret. Pulling his shaking legs closer to this chest, his gaze leered steadily at the table. "The chefs seemed to have outdone themselves today, and I heard that there was to be soup later on. The chef that makes it is quite good at his job." The voice of his wife cut through his worry. Turning his glazed-over eyes towards Ophelia he managed to force a smile back onto his muzzle. "Hmm, yes. I requested a bit of goat stew from him." He managed to reply. Sitting back in his seat, Barnabas sucked in a deep breath through his teeth. The small moment of pause seemed to calm his nerves a bit and quell the ever-present fatigue. Perhaps I'll be able to stomach the soup a bit easier. He thought, his ear flicking upwards as a ruckus began across the hall.

Turning his greyed features towards the squabble, he watched with an intrigued expression as not only one but two of the dogs in his court went to break it up. Interesting. He sniffed quietly, leaning over to take another sip of wine. One was a maid he knew well, Maggie. She was a comical sort of canine. The other was Hildibrandr, once again. He looks busy. He chuckled at the thought, clearly amused by the dog having to step in to yet another argument during this banquet. "Seems they have their paws full over there. Who knew my guests were so lively." He murmured out.

Rye | Traveler | Location: Castle: Dining Hall.
Mentions: Roland.

"I believe one of the royal servants is near enough to serve us. We’d best begin with drinks, since they will likely be bringing us food shortly." Rye followed the other dog's gaze as he flagged down a maid who had been standing idly by. As they grew closer his dipped he head slightly in a polite greeting. "I’d enjoy some simple red wine, whatever brand it may be. What about yourself, Rye?" His wavy ears perked forwards at the question. "Ah- I'd love a glass of mead, if you have it." He woofed gingerly. He wasn't much of a drinker himself but it didn't hurt on the occasion. And of all occasions, I might as well enjoy myself on this one. He thought with a slight nod. Turning his focus back towards the question at hand, his head tilted slightly in thought. Mead was admittedly his favourite type of beverage, though it was hard to come by as a traveler as it didn't store well. Seeing as how spring was right around the corner it would become easier to find, as well as the fruit versions- "I'm particularly fond of the blackberry kind." He added with a soft laugh, propping his golden paws against the edge of the table. As the servant shuffled off to prepare the glasses, his curious gaze landed on Roland. "You said you were a prince- but not of this kingdom. Do you perhaps live here in the royal district?" He asked a bit hesitantly, allowing his gaze to slip away towards the table. He wasn't particularly overjoyed at the thought of an answer. If Roland were to answer yes, that meant Rye would likely never see him again at the end of this event. This wasn't an area that he was particularly fond of frequenting, too many paved streets and manicured hedges. He hummed quietly in thought and glanced towards the magnificent tapestries hung across the room. The overly-tall walls were still quite unsettling to him, no matter how long he sat and studied them.

Theseus | Prince | Location: Castle: Dining Hall.
Mentions: Sigrún, Barnabas.

"Hi weapon guy." Theseus tore his gaze away from the delicious feast to peer at the pup who had taken the seat next to him. "Sig! I thought you'd run off to see your brother?" His voice was booming as he woofed out the question. However, he was quick to pick up on the dejected look across the younger dog's face and his own features dropped. "Hey- Did somethin' happen? Why the long face? He leaned over and became slouched down in his seat, placing his chin against the table in much the same manner. "He stares too much." His eyes followed hers towards the old creature sitting at the head of the table. His expression matched the same look of disgust on the king's face before he opened his muzzle to reply. "Aye, don't worry about him though. I'll poke his dusty old eyes out if he looks at you." His muzzle scrunched a bit as he spoke, though a tinge of humor crept into his voice. A servant brushed past the pair, sitting a tall glass of champagne on the table in front of the pup. "Would'ja pay attention to who you're serving, you fool." He barked after the canine as they hurried past, though they were obviously uncaring of his insult. He swiped his heavy paw across the table and snagged the glass of liquor before bringing it close to his muzzle. "Anyway, why're you lookin' so downhearted? Did ol' Brännvin finally up and croak?" He asked again, a small laugh following the last question. He took a sip of the sparkling liquid before furrowing his brow in a grimace and pushing it away. Ugh. How do these fancy bastards drink this stuff?

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Persephone | Princess | Location: Royal District - Castle
Mentions: Barnabas, Ophelia, Helios[Directly] Hagrid uhh yelling doggies[Indirectly]

"Ah. Perse, was it? If you enjoy the great halls you would be thrilled with the rest of the castle. I'm sure a guard would be willing to give you a tour later if that interests you." "I could take you Perse, though the guards probably know more secret passages and the like." Perse looked between the Princess Consort and her father as they spoke to her, humming softly once they finished. The last of what Ophelia said hung in her mind, however. Secret passages, she said? Interesting. "I'd love both of those! Thank you so much." Why, maybe royalty isn't THAT bad. They may be a little snotty but once you're actually apart of them it's not too much of a bother. Honestly, with her demeanor she fits right in, woodland harpy or not. Moments after she spoke a plate was placed neatly in front of her, Persephone giving her thanks before she surveyed the meal in front of her. And I thought the food being served before was impressive. Why on earth did Proserpine decide to whisk me away into the woods? Clearly I've been missing out. Eh, at least it prevented her from becoming a bigot. Her head swiveled against the sound of angered yelling. A different dog this time, some tiny terrier baying about 'dirty commonfolk' or whatever. Smaller dogs really don't have any shame, don't they? She thought with a displeased look on her fox like features. To be quite frank, smaller dogs always irritated Persephone, all bark no bite, almost always feeling the need to be obnoxious and rude. It's best to not let them ruin her fun, though.

Huffing, Perse took a bite out of the stuffed chicken laid out in front of her. Lifting her head, the princess felt a change in her fathers demeanor, significantly more tense than it was before. Her eyes quickly glazed over his barely shuddering frame and anxious gaze, face giving away no thought as she did. Looked as though the old man was losing composure the longer he was there. “My name is Helios, but you, my dear father, can call me Lio. You must be Ophelia! What a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Persephone perked up as Helios spoke again, quite honestly just marvelling at the facade her sister was putting up. Her words seemed oh so genuine as well as the cheerful demeanor she had adopted, but Persephone wouldn't fall for the ploy so easily. Just moments before Helios was staring daggers at everyone, not a hint of kindness on her features, and here she was, chatting away. She knew what Helios was doing, it was most likely she was just trying to get on Barnabas and Ophelia's good side. Which, to be fair, was kind of what Persephone was doing as well, but she has a feeling that Helios has somewhat deeper intentions with her trickery. Most likely wants to take the throne. Really was the only reason Persephone could come up with, and it made sense. In all honesty, Peesephone wasn't fretting too much about the throne and who takes it, she mostly came here to see what her birthplace was like, and if she liked it, she would have abandoned her life of being a forest dweller. And to be frank, she might just stay here. Though it came with the price of going the extra mile to keep her practices unknown. "Helios! I had no idea you could be so lively! The party finally broke you through your shell, didn't it?" Perse remarked in an enthusiastic tone, her head tilted to the side slightly. A bit of a call out, she must admit, but there truly wasn't any malice within her words at all, in fact, it sounded like a playful jab.

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Notune | Prince | Royal District - Castle | Afternoon | Mentions: Seth, Open

Notune took another sip of his glass of wine, it was almost finished. That's the third glass. Should I go for the fourth? No, staying sober would benefit me. the prince thought to himself. He glanced around, eyes darting to the figures of the other heirs. The thought of pestering one of them flew through his mind, oh wouldn't that be fun. His eyes carefully searching out which looked easily irritated. Maybe I shouldn't irritate them. That would be bad for me in the long run. Hmm, maybe that one? he wondered. It could be quite a terrible decision if he didn't act it out correctly. "Greetings, my name's Notune. Perhaps I could learn yours?" he spoke to one of the other heirs looking like less of a nuisance. His tone was twisted, a polite yet unfriendly note stinging off of his voice. There was no point in keeping up his charmed prince mask up in front of competitors. He knew his judgement could easily be wrong. They could be a witch, outlaw, beggar, or anything disgraceful, or their personality itself could have the possibility of not favoring for his own gain. They may be to concerned about the throne, their own goals, or just be too intelligent to fall for Notune's charm and manipulation. Honestly, this lad looks mighty suspicious himself. I could dig up some dirt on him. the prince chuckled to himself, quiet enough for only him to hear himself.

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Elisavet | Legitimate Heir/Princess | Location: Royal District - Castle | Mentions: Theseus, Sigrun [Directly], Barnabas, Perse, Ambrosia, Helios [Indirectly]

Elisavet was seated a few seats away from her father and mother. The King and the Royal Consort. It really should be her, Noctune, and Ambrosia next to them both like what a proper family should be. But two conniving rats took both places near Barnabas. Sweet-talking to their step-father. He seems to be playing along anyways. or at least Elise hopes he's playing along. The canine sneered at herself. A small hmph hummed out of her jaw and she began to nibble on the food in front of her. She already had a glass of wine earlier that evening and she promised herself she would have no more than two full glasses. She wasn't a pretty drunk at all and to have that at such an important evening would be disastrous. Even more so than what has already happened. The collie peered and eavesdropped on the other heirs around her.

She overheard two dogs. One seemed to be more down in the dumps than the other. She watched them closely as she heard the lines from, assumably based on appearances, the other heir. 'Aye, don't worry about him though. I'll poke his dusty old eyes out if he looks at you.' From that one sentence, Elisavet could tell the other heir wasn't fond of her father. The princess was about to speak up in defense until she heard the same heir speak again. to a servant this time. 'Would'ja pay attention to who you're serving, you fool.' Elisavet's eyes widen and she smirked to herself. Elise leaned towards the two dogs. One of which.. was definitely not an heir. It wasn't her space to tell the dog off right now. If her father didn't take notice, then surely he was fine with it. "Ah excuse me. I couldn't help but to overhear the yelling at our precious staff. Now, it seems like you despise King Barnabas, no?" Elise looked straight at Theseus, partially ignoring how she interrupted the two's conversation. "However, for such despise, you seem to fit the role. Y'know, yelling at the staff and all. That's what a supposed terrible monarch would do." Elise leaned back and smiled sweetly, finally looking at the other dog thoroughly. "My name is Elisavet, by the way. What are yours? I only assume only one of you are an heir?" The fox-faced dog took another small sip from her glass. She wanted to make the drink last if she had to sit through this gods-awful dinner with lackluster mutts.

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Sigrún | Townsfolk - Farmer | Location: Loyal District, Castle
Mentions: Theseus, Elisavet [Directly] Barnabas[Indirectly]

"Sig! I thought you'd run off to see your brother? Hey- Did somethin' happen? Why the long face?" Sigrún huffed at Theseus's concern, dragging her chin along the table as she turned to look at him, expression lightening as she saw that he was sitting in the same posture. "Some high and mighty bloke needed to talk to him about something. Said I couldn't be there because it was 'adult business' or something." She grumbled, looking quite obviously miffed as she recalled the interaction with Shadow. Like I'm some baby.. my birthday is in a few months! Does that mean she had a baby face? … Better not ponder about that for too long Sig, it'd only sour your mood even more. "Aye, don't worry about him though. I'll poke his dusty old eyes out if he looks at you." This brought a laugh out of Sigrún, the almost-a-yearling lifting her chin from the table. Sneaking another look over to Barnabas, she'd speak again. "Ew, you'd have to get close to him! What if he infevts you with his diseaaaase?" She said, intentionally wobbling her voice as she said disease, muzzle wrinkling in mock disgust, even sticking her tongue out a little bit for extra exaggeration. Sigrún turned her head away from Theseus as a tall glass of what she assumed was some type of alcohol was placed in front of her, and she blinked at it quizzically, and excitedly, trying to reach over to grasp it, but it was immediately snatched away by Theseus.

"Would'ja pay attention to who you're serving, you fool." Sigrún, disappointed, lifted a paw to prod at Theseus's shoulder. At least let me have a tiny swig! Alaric wouldn't let me have any in a million years." She huffed out, moments before another collie, obviously one of the heirs, suddenly strode up to them. "Ah excuse me. I couldn't help but to overhear the yelling at our precious staff. Now, it seems like you despise King Barnabas, no? However, for such despise, you seem to fit the role. Y'know, yelling at the staff and all. That's what a supposed terrible monarch would do." Immediately Elisavet's words, despite not being directed at herself at all, put Sigrún off, and it was awfully clear by how she sat back in her seat, giving this broad a very judgemental gaze as her back fell against the back of her chair. She knew who Elisavet was, well, she really only knew that she was one of the legitimate heirs. Sigrún probably shouldn't say anything offensive to her, but she didn't like anybody talking to her friends like that, no matter who they were. Sigrún opened her mouth to speak before Theseus could. "Sorry to tell you this but your father has a staring problem, I wouldn't like him either, and I don't." She started, ears folded as she glared at Elisavet. "I can tell you have some issues as well. Like butting into conversations that aren't your concern at all. Minding your business takes you really far in life, you know that? Maybe you should start practicing it."

Sigrún finally stopped, staring at Elisavet a little before she looked towards Theseus, looking to see if he had his own rebuttal as well. She expected one, really, this broad was being really rude! Sure, Sigrún was quite disrespectful as well, but in Sigrún's world, Elisavet deserved it for talking about her friend. And yes, Theseus is now her friend. "My name is Elisavet, by the way. What are yours? I only assume only one of you are an heir?" Had Elisavet interrupted their conversation with something nicer to say, Sigrún definitely would have given her name, but instead she just remained quiet.

Vanadis | Traveller | Location: Loyal District, Castle
Mentions: Roland, Rye[Directly]

The smell of foreign, yet delicious smelling food had plagued Vanadis's senses from afar, and against her better judgement, the wolf pup gave in to the temptation, letting her large paws carry her to the source. But can you blame her? She hasn't eaten in quite a bit, and she needs to be strong if she's going to find her kin! Plus, Artemis might be waiting back at home, so if she has to go back by sun-down, she'd have food to bring home. And what her paws lead her to nearly made her head hurt from how much it.. absolutely confused her. There was canines everywhere, and not wolves, dogs! And they all looked so strange, wearing brightly coloured furs and shiny things around their necks and wrists. At first Vanadis was wary about mingling with the crowd, but eventually she gave in, though remaining in the very outskirts- she'd feel trapped if she was anywhere in the middle of all that. Eventually she was inside of the dining hall, and to anyone who looked closely enough it was obvious that Vanadis had never seen anything like it. Vanadis was used to just living deep in the thick woodland, not all this structured stuff! It was exciting, even if she felt a little anxious and honestly a little caged in such a place, and gods was there a LOT of dogs. Excitement and anticipation buzzed in the air, and for what was unknown to Vanadis, but what she did know was that there was a lot of good food here, some that she's never tasted before!

Despite her stomach growling at the aroma, Vanadis still stuck by the walls of the castle, her tail tucked underneath her as she stood awkwardly, ears high on her head as she looked around. Maybe they're here! That's why they didn't come home yet. Obviously she was talking about her parents and older sister, which was the sole reason she wasn't at home anyway. I think it's okay to look around.. I don't think anyone would really notice me, they're all distracted. Vanadis pondered, and after hyping herself up to do that exact thing she finally went into action. Hesitantly she wormed her way through the crowd, eying those around her until they took notice, before a much bigger dog, holding some flat, round, shiney thing with food on top of it, cut through her path roughly, Vanadis almost crashing and tangling herself into the dog's legs. Luckily for her, her reflexes are on point, so she immediately jumped back, but not without her rear bumping into someone else. Immediately her eyes flew wide, and deep down she was panicking as she spun around, tail tucked tightly between her legs, her frame lowered slightly as she stared at the two dogs she bumped into, one with a sunny, yellow coat and the other a reddish brown.

"Oh!! I- I'm sorry I didn't know- I didn't mean to do that, are you okay?" She rambled, immediately hoping she didn't anger the two brutes. If Vanadis did she'd probably just run off, but even that was difficult with so many dogs surrounding her. To anybody that was used to this it'd be a little stuffy sure, but not too bad, but for Vanadis, if she paid too much attention to it, it was awfully claustrophobic. "Uh, if you two know, what's happening here?" She asked, trying to shift their attention onto something else, but not only that, she really didn't know what was going on and she wanted to know.

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Seth | Illegitimate Heir | Castle-Dining Hall | Mentions: Notune. (Directly) Barnabas (indirectly)

Seth tilted his head up at the words of the other heir. He schooled his face from betraying the shock that this canine had no idea who he was. " My name would be Seth, but I thought most of you would have known that by now. " His voice held a polite tone, but it was laced with something bitter. From the way that Notune held himself and his looks, led Seth to believe that the other canine was a one of Barnabas's and Ophelia's children. " My name is all the town is talking about, how the dog murdered all of those other ones in cold blood. And now they know that i'm an heir, His Majesty Barnabas is going to have lots of eyes pointed in his direction. He really did get around." As the heir spoke, his mouth twisted into a sneer as he mentioned his father.

Ophelia | Royal Consort | Castle-Dining Hall | Mentions: Barnabas, Perse, Helios ( Directly) Other Heirs ( Indirectly)

Ophelia picked up the slight shift in Barnabas's stance. After years and years of living with the King, she knew when he was tired, sick, angry or happy. And right now it was sick. Not to sick, but bordering on sick. " Soup would be nice." She returned Barnabas's smile with a slightly concerned air about her before turning back to the conversation. "Barnabas, has anything been arranged for your other children? They have to sleep somewhere, and The Inns aren't always the safest place for royalty. If not, I can always set up rooms for them. You know how many rooms are in this castle. And Helios it is my pleasure. Please do take a seat. You must be hungry."

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Theseus | Prince | Location: Castle: Dining Hall.
Mentions: Sigrún, Elisavet.

"Some high and mighty bloke needed to talk to him about something. Said I couldn't be there because it was 'adult business' or something." As she spoke he leaned down to take another sip of the clear liquid, allowing his eyes to meander across the room. "Everyone here seems to think they're high and mighty, Sig. Kinda unsettling if you think about it." He replied in a slight grumble, still very offended by the taste of the champagne. Despite that, he continued to drink it silently. At her comment about the king he let a loud snort escape his muzzle. Pulling his attention back towards the white-coated lady he was made very aware of the sour look on her face. "At least let me have a tiny swig! Alaric wouldn't let me have any in a million years." He huffed back in response as the smaller dog lifted her paw and began to poke at his shoulder. He shrugged the nagging feeling away and lifted his head in a feigned respectable manner. "All th' more reason not to give you any. I'm not about to get my ear chewed off by your dad." He replied with a sniff. "Just you wait for your birthday, you'd be a fool to waste your first real drink on something as disgustin' as this." He sneered at the tall glass in front of him and chuckled quietly under his breath.

"Ah excuse me. I couldn't help but to overhear the yelling at our precious staff. Now, it seems like you despise King Barnabas, no? However, for such despise, you seem to fit the role. Y'know, yelling at the staff and all. That's what a supposed terrible monarch would do." His head swung around as the dame began to speak. She was painfully familiar and he could quite clearly see that she was one of the king's kids. He had caught a small glimpse of her the day earlier when he had arrived, but the sight of her now seemed to cause his eyes to squint in annoyance. Looks just like Barnabas. He thought, an audible ugh hissing through his teeth. He waited quietly until she had finished speaking and then drew in a loud breath. Before he could woof out a response, however, the pup at his side had already barked out her own and he sat there smugly for a moment as she chattered. "Sorry to tell you this but your father has a staring problem, I wouldn't like him either, and I don't. I can tell you have some issues as well. Like butting into conversations that aren't your concern at all. Minding your business takes you really far in life, you know that? Maybe you should start practicing it." An eerie silence had befallen the dogs nearest to them but that didn't seem to quiet Theseus, or, perhaps he hadn't gotten the memo. At the jab he rocked back in his chair and let out a loud chorus of laughter. After of moment of the jarring noise he leaned forwards and smacked a paw down on the table, using his free paw to wipe at his eyes. "You're a real lion, kid. Maybe they should let you rule over the kingdom for a bit, you'd get everything straightened out in no time."

He took a moment to catch his breath and allowed himself another sip of the nasty drink before turning back towards Elisavet. A terrifying look of determination settled across his face and he all but slammed his paws onto the table, lifting himself slightly from his seat and leaning forwards to glower at the collie. "Aye, and if your precious staff is ignorant enough to be servin' liquor to a pup, as gross as it is, they deserve an ear-full. If that makes me a terrible monarch you can start callin' me King Theseus." He barked out, ending the sentence with another burst of ear-shattering guffawing as he flopped back down onto the adorned seat. "My name is Elisavet, by the way. What are yours? I only assume only one of you are an heir?" The joyous look on his face hardened as she spoke again. Pushing the now emptied glass out of his way with a paw, he sighed. "Neither of us is an heir, I want nothin' to do with this cursed throne. And, no offense, but shouldn't you be rubbin' elbows with the king? If I were you I'd hurry it up, looks like you don't have much time left." His face twisted into a cheeky grin at the last sentence and he couldn't hold back a hushed wheeze of laughter.

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Notune | Prince | Royal District - Castle | Afternoon | Mentions: (Directly) Seth, (Indirectly) Barnabas, Open

Notune watched as the fellow dog's expression filled with some sort of shock, perhaps famous, or infamous? he wondered. "My name would be Seth, but I thought most of you would have known that by now. " the prince's ears pricked up with the mention of the name. Seth. His name, mark, and crimes were everywhere. Oh great. The tone of this dog was polite too, but not reassuring, to accompany his dark background. This dog isn't one I think will be of use to me. he assumed. It felt odd that he didn't automatically despised Seth because of his criminal background as he did with most other outlaws. "My name is all the town is talking about, how the dog murdered all of those other ones in cold blood. And now they know that I'm a heir, his Majesty Barnabas is going to have lots of eyes pointed in his direction. He really did get around." the other dog sneered, the way he talks about father...delightful, at least. Notune snickered.. "I have certainly heard of you before, my apologies for not immediately recognizing you. Your name is written everywhere, after all. Though I must mention that, I myself, wouldn't expect anyone in general to be able to name every single one of us at first glance at how similar we look to his majesty." He chuckled with a sly twinge. 'One of us', was implying the heirs, though the emphasis he gave on that one phrase made him sound like his intent with those words were different. "This will be interesting, won't it?" He'd loved to see his own father's face when he hadrealized one of his sons was a ruthless murderer. Or, said to be.

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Sadiki | Soup Chef | Location: Royal District - Castle | Mentions: Barnabas [Directly], Theseus [Indirectly]

The chef barked orders out to the other chefs in the kitchen. The staff hadn't dealt with this many people in a good few years and unfortunately, the staff had a couple of new apprentices. The hound was stirring the big pot of goat stew as he saw blurs of other canines go left and right in his kitchen. The soup was going to be the second to last course of the night followed up by dessert. The King and the Royal Consort both trusted Sadiki deeply with the meal and the hound himself was proud of his food. He yelled to an apprentice to get the 10 bowls for the heir table. However, a nagging feeling spiked up the hound's back. As the apprentice came to him, Sadiki gave him instructions to keep stirring the pot as the light brown canine looked out the kitchen doors. He counted the canines again and there seemed to be... 11 of them at the table? His eyes scanned the king briefly and noticed how.. he wasn't doing well. He grumbled to himself and went back inside to prepare. He snatched another bowl from the shelf as he made his way over back to the soup and stew. The apprentice had already begun to fill the bowls with soup and Sadiki himself filled the king's bowl. He dropped a small vial of the king's medicine into the stew as he stirred it. He asked for a vial from the guards.

At last, the bowls were on moving tables and rushed out the door. Sadiki was the only one moving the cart so the other staff could start working on the dessert. He started at the king first, of course. As he set the bowl of goat stew in front of the king, the dog whispered, "Your highness, I put more of your medicine in your stew. I noticed you may need a higher dose." Sadiki backed up and now talked in a normal pitcher. "Please enjoy."The hound made the rounds on the table, starting with the Royal Consort next. As he passed this one dog, Sadiki peered at the back of his head as he set the soup in front of him. The back of the head sure looked familiar. Sadiki sneered at Theseus's head as he realized he was the thief from earlier. Grubby little paws couldn't wait till the food was brought out. Filthy Mongrel. The chef finally set the food down as he looked at the table. "The soup today is rabbit foot's soup. Hopefully to bring luck to each possible heir tonight and onwards. Thank you and enjoy your meal." The canine bowed his head as he rushed off towards the kitchen.

Elisavet | Legitimate Heir/Princess | Location: Royal District - Castle | Mentions: Theseus, Sigrun

The two canines stared back at her and she butted into their conversation. The white pup who was clearly not an heir looked young. Definitely not a year old yet. As Elise stared at the two, the young brat spoke up. 'Sorry to tell you this but your father has a staring problem, I wouldn't like him either, and I don't.' The smile dropped from Elisavet's face as she glared at the pup. It was already clear that the two didn't like her father. Not many people did, unfortunately. But the staring problem? Who wouldn't stare at such a disgrace? Some spoiled brat that isn't even an heir. Elise sighed through her nose. She noticed how the brat stilled stared at her before turning to the other dog. Then the rat spoke more. She looked exactly like those white mice in fairy tales that always get gobbled up by some fox. This time, Sigrun talked about Elisavet butting into conversations. The princess forced a smile. "Well, it seems like you may have the same problem as my father? You were staring just as much as him, no? And? Butting into conversations? You may as well be talking to the whole table with your unpalatable manners. I'm sure every dog outside can hear your yowls." The princess's patience was starting to wear thin. She glared back at Theseus as he began to speak up. Well, more like get up since his paws were on the table.

Theseus's face was confident as ever. If only he could put it to good use. With that confidence, it also appeared ominous. Deceptive. He was no one to trust at all. He was just full of mischief. 'Aye, and if your precious staff is ignorant enough to be servin' liquor to a pup, as gross as it is, they deserve an ear-full. If that makes me a terrible monarch you can start callin' me King Theseus.' At this statement, the collie was just a bit confused while of course, mad. What was so wrong about serving the liquor to a pup? She and her siblings started drinking it younger than Sigrun. The last few words irked the collie, as natural as it word. Any name after King should only belong to her true siblings. Despite the scene starting to act up, Elisavet went against it and had introduced herself. Now, the lab-experimented rat stayed silent as the half-brother spoke up. 'Neither of us is an heir, I want nothin' to do with this cursed throne. And, no offense, but shouldn't you be rubbin' elbows with the king? If I were you I'd hurry it up, looks like you don't have much time left.' Elisavet squinted her eyes at the hushed laughter Theseus did.

The collie leaned back in her chair as she glared at the older dog. Sure, she had a problem with the younger one but this other fox-faced devil was getting on her nerves. At this point, Elise was fed up with being kind and nice. It's not like she needs to please those two mutts. In reality, she knew who they were. Of course, she read the guest list. At least the more important guests. She knew which half-sibling was which. The rat was actually Sigrun, a half-sister of Hildibrandr, their knight in chains. The other collie was Theseus, someone who is buddy-buddy with them both. The princess smirked. "Well, I have more of a connection with the king than you do. I know how that doesn't bother you." She didn't need to lie to herself or them. How they may actually like the king. "If I don't have much time left, what about poor Hildibrandr? The deadland's heir? That poor shepherd will never get a break until he dies." Elisavet glanced over at Sigrun. Maybe hearing about her dear family would shut her up. "I know if I was Queen, say goodbye to seeing him again. That dishonorable mutt will never be released of his sentence if any of the suitable heirs get picked. Spend time with him before you can't. You're lucky he's even a guard and didn't end up like your grandfather." Elise knew her sentences were harsh but she was tired. Frustration and alcohol did not mix well together for her. She was tired of hearing both of their boisterous laughter. They will never be good enough for the SIlver Isle. Maybe she was started to become more like her father than she thought.

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Sigrún | Townsfolk - Farmer | Location: Loyal District, Castle
Mentions: Theseus, Elisavet [Directly] Barnabas, Sadiki[Indirectly]

As soon as Theseus burst into his obnoxious fit of laughter Sigrún did as well, slamming her own little paw onto the wooden table, hearing how it caused silverware and the dishes around her to rattle. She didn't even care about the dozens of heads that turned to glare at them. "You're a real lion, kid. Maybe they should let you rule over the kingdom for a bit, you'd get everything straightened out in no time." This brought out even more laughter out of her, and she had to force herself to stop in order to speak. "Yeah! I'll make sure finicky lil broads like this one spends their whole day shovelling livestock poop. No, scratch that, she can use her pretty little paws instead. Hear that, Elis-A-Vet??" She turned to give Elisavet another hot glare as she began to speak, immediately replacing her amused behaviour with her yet again very angry, loud one. "Well, it seems like you may have the same problem as my father? You were staring just as much as him, no? And? Butting into conversations? You may as well be talking to the whole table with your unpalatable manners. I'm sure every dog outside can hear your yowls." If anyone were staring at you, you'd look too! What an idiot of a girl! Sigrún was quick to respond. "And I'm sure all of your little servants consider you a nuisance whenever you open your mouth." She snarled out, ears firmly pressed against her head. Then Theseus started yelling. Oo this is fun. "Aye, and if your precious staff is ignorant enough to be servin' liquor to a pup, as gross as it is, they deserve an ear-full. If that makes me a terrible monarch you can start callin' me King Theseus." At this Sigrún let out a growl of approval, turning sharply to give King Theseus a little high five. Little was honestly an understatement though, she damn near slapped a hole through his paw. Theseus is so cool!

Her attention was snatched away when a bowl of stew was placed in front of her, and by the smell of it, it could have beennn… goat! Great, she loved goat, whenever she had it at home she'd absolutely devour it. She leaned over to lap at it, but immediately jumped back with a hiss. Eh, I should have blown on that. Sigrún completely intended on ignoring Elisavet from this point, despite being able to hear her quite clearly, but what came out of her maw next made her fall still. "If I don't have much time left, what about poor Hildibrandr? The deadland's heir? That poor shepherd will never get a break until he dies. I know if I was Queen, say goodbye to seeing him again. That dishonorable mutt will never be released of his sentence if any of the suitable heirs get picked. Spend time with him before you can't. You're lucky he's even a guard and didn't end up like your grandfather." Oh. No, no her ears must be failing her! No way in all the depths of hell did this broad just say what she thinks she said.. Sigrún wasn't even having fun arguing with Elisavet anymore, and it was clear in the way she immediately looked at her, eyes burning into her with an alarmingly hot anger. Hell, she was even starting to shake. Then, she started screaming at the princess, lips curling away from her teeth. "YEAH?! I hope you get the same curse your bastard father has and die alone, that's what a twat like you deserves!!! The castle will be better without you anyway!! Then, without even thinking, Sigrun brought both of her paws behind her bowl of soup, and with a mighty shove, it was flung across the table. Not only was it flung across the table, it was aimed for the princesses face, and it happened all too quick for Elisavet to properly respond, and given that Sigrún gave no warning. Steaming goat stew splashed directly onto the princesses stupid face, and luckily for her, the bowl was directed elsewhere, instead knocking that oretty little tiara off of her head. And thats when Sigrún continued her screaming.

"Have fun getting all of that out of your fur and eyes you stupid whore!!! You're lucky there's a table between us!" Even after she said this she didn't stop, flicking any silverware that was near her towards Elisavet. When she had no more ammunition, she began attempting to heave herself off her chair and onto the table. This was going straight to disaster.

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Roland | Traveler | Castle - Banquet Hall | Mentions: Rye, Vanadis [directly]

"Ah- I'd love a glass of mead, if you have it." Roland's head almost tilted to the side in curiosity. To him, it was a rather interesting choice, seeing how he didn't drink often during his travels, and hadn't actually tried mead. "I'm particularly fond of the blackberry kind." Blackberry? Interesting indeed. His gaze slipped away from his company, pretending to eye some of the loud tapestries on the walls. "Hmm, perhaps I will have to have a taste of your drink, if you don't mind. I can't say I've tried it before." He sucked in a sharp breath of air, letting his eyes return to the table. Certainly, it was a bold move, but he couldn't miss these chances. Besides, he was actually interested in this mystery beverage. "You said you were a prince- but not of this kingdom. Do you perhaps live here in the royal district?" He almost grimaced at this, but managed to hold a friendly expression. "Ah, yes. I suppose I did. But no, I don't. I'm just a traveler- besides, this place is a bit too... Eh, focused on royalty. I'm not a fan of mon- Umph!" His gaze suddenly hardened as his focus switched over to a little... Wolf, which had quite clearly bumped into him. He seemed to stare daggers at the pup for a moment, eyes raking up and down her figure as if to evaluate her. He turned his head away, trying not to focus on her as she spoke. "Oh!! I- I'm sorry I didn't know- I didn't mean to do that, are you okay?" Lord, what an awfully shrill voice. Did he sound like that as a little one? This was beginning to piss him off. Not only was it another interruption, but standing before them was another creature he could actually bear being within the same vicinity as. Even so, his soft spot for children meant nothing at the moment. He really felt that, if she were to get too close, or aggravating, he could snap the urchin's ears off. "Uh, if you two know, what's happening here?" "A snob's idea of fun." Was his gruff, surprisingly simple response. He figured he could let Rye give her more information. He seemed like the type to get along well with pups, or at least better than the red brute himself did.

Hagrid | Townsfolk | Town/Castle - Banquet Hall | Mentions: Hildibrandr [directly] NPC Aristocrat, Maggie [indirectly]

Hagrid's threatening leer ceased when a voice with a strong accent, similar to his own, sounded suddenly. "“Aight you sorry sacks of fur, stop this right now or ae’ll have ye kicked out of this banquet.” His head whipped around to the newcomer, fur relaxing once he got a good look at her. She was no noble, at least not that he could tell. He was already beginning to silently dismiss himself-- still glaring sullenly at the tiny aristocrat-- and trying to back into the crowd, when the maid spoke again. He didn't really seem to catch what she'd said anyhow, but before he could make an escape, a familiar bark caught his attention. "Hagrid?" He perked up immediately, warm gaze landing on his family member. "Bränn!" The brute sat, tail wagging enthusiastically behind him as his half-brother spoke. His gaze followed the small terrier as they waddled away, resisting the temptation to make a face. "Explain yourself. Why are you arguing with a noble, let alone one no taller than your shin?" His tail picked up pace and his eyes lit up, completely undeterred by the other dog's solemn attitude. "Bränn! Ye know that squirt? He called ye a 'ooligan! Well, not ye directly, but he said summat like ''ooligans raised that boy!' But I know ye and Mama and Pops ain't no fools any time soon!" He paused, little brows creasing. "Aye, y'know what? I 'aven' seen you or Sig or Mars at all before now! Where 'ave ye all been hidin'?!" His bright spirits stayed with him as he rambled on, and even as he ceased. His tail was thumping back and forth on the ground now and a considerable 'thump, thump, thump' could be heard behind him. Really, he couldn't be more obvious about how happy he was to see Hildibrandr.

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