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"Hm… I just wanted to take a walk, you know? Maybe stay close to the edge of the forest this time, though?" Aurelius suggested.
Septima gave a knowing nod. Yes, you can do most of the talking. I'll keep an eye out for anything that might help. She hoped he understood what she had in mind.
Skye gave her a near imperceptable nod as they entered to throne room.
Silver nodded, pulling away a little, "How about you lead this time?"
Septima tried listening closely to anything Skye said to the people here, so if there was a story, she would be able to go along with it. However, she found her mind wandering.
Aurelius gave a firm nod, and he moved in a slower stride, just on the inside of the treeline.
Silver shifted on impulse, slipping up under Aurelius' hand.
They were led before the throne, on which sat an older man. He wasn't elderly, but he wasn't young either. Skye knelt to one knee, bowing before the king. I don't suppose you know anything of courtly customs? he asked silently of Septima.
Aurelius locked his gaze on Silver. "It's very strange… I don't think I've connected with anyone this quickly in a long time, if ever."
Nope. I'm a country girl. The most royal place I've ever been was the office of our city's head guard.
Septima still made sure to watch body language closely to get what she could out of everything.
But if you're a 'foreign royal' with different customs…
There's a set rule of thumb when dealing with any royals. besides you're supposed to be my adviser. he said, carefully, rising to address the king. He gave the king the same story he gave the guards, asking for shelter until they could get word to their home kingdom.
Well, I didn't know that…
Septima folded her hands closer to her body.
Some kind of adviser I am.
Well I live in both worlds, he told her, never once missing a beat as he conversed with the king. I was raised a street kid, but I found out later that my father was the Alpha of the Nebulae Wolf Pack. being his firstborn more or less makes me a literal prince no matter how you look at it.
Mm… I see. That's pretty cool. I take it you know some of the most important court rules, at least? Anything I need to know right away?
Septima held rigidly still; otherwise, she would have been fidgeting because of how nervous she was here.
Be polite, always be cordial, and never rude to those of higher rank. Don't argue with their decisions. He listed off a few more, If you have a problem with something I do… then tell me telepathically, and If i use the link I've set up between us to call out to you you mus'n't show any reaction.
Sounds pretty similar to how things worked in our little militia. Simple enough.
Septima shifted her attention back away from the conversation.
I'll follow along as well as I can. Don't hesitate to tell me if I'm doing things wrong.
I should be able to flubb it off as Inexperience if it's something minor he said reassuringly, I just hope I don't do something wrong….
Yeah, It'll be fine. I believe in you.
Septima's posture straightened a little.
(Are they using aliases on this mission or their real names?)
(Real names, best to stick with as much truth as they can manage as if it were a real mission..)
Skye bowed once more as they were escorted out of the throne room, and into a beautiful suite.
(True. I'll be back later. I've got class again >.<)
Septima followed Skye's cues carefully, bowing with him and then getting back up and following them into the suite.
(Okey… Good luck!)
Skye sighed once they were in the suite, his act dropping. "Well we've made it in" he said turning to Septima.
“Yeah, we sure have,” Septima replied.
She sighed in relief.
“No one told me this was going to be an acting job.”
"What did you think we'd have to do to infiltrate?" he asked, curiously.
"Well, yeah, I figured. Seems a lot more doable in my opinion," Septima replied, "I'm pretty good at stealth missions and spying."
"That would be why you're not playing the Royal." He said, "It'll be easy for you to eavesdrop, and you won't be suspected of treachery."
"That makes sense," Septima said, "It's still scary, but I can handle it."
"How is it scary?" Asked Skye, "I know a court setting can be cut throat deadly, but It's nothing to fear…"
"I'm out of my element, is all," Septima answered, "By scary, I guess I mean more nervous and on edge than fearing for my life."
Skye laughed, "to be quite honest I'd rather have Arthur's job right now."
"That's fair. I know I belong out here on the field though… It's just a little- no, a lot different from what I expected." Septima paced across the room.
How is ut different?" He asked.
"Sneaking around in the shadows and hiding in plain sight are two very different ways to play the same game," she explained.
Skye nodded, "but have you ever played both?"
"No way," Septima replied, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be feeling like I am."
"Whelp. Both of those games is exactly what we're playing."