Robert
Sir Heath Romanov
Castle Grunewald, Vallen

Sir Heath Romanov silently cursed Elle for forcing him to attend the damn council. Anyanka was bleeding out before him and Cecilia was bleeding out in the corridor, pinned to the wall with a puncture in her lung and another one in a location that was a mystery to him. 

"She passed out just as soon as you all came out," Heath said in response to Angelica, "She was lucid for longer than I expected, honestly." He looked down at Anyanka, watching the blush leave her cheeks, leaving her pale skin paler than he'd ever seen. It pained him to see the visible life draining from her. His blond locks fell over his face as he leaned his head down, concealing his expression. He clutched her hand, praying that Danico was competent enough to save her. In a fleeting thought, he wondered if the physician could help Cecilia, as well. 

"Gregor should know what the fuck is going on in his castle," Heath muttered to Lord Stafford.
Kevin
Danico Felrantres
Castle Grunewald, Vallen

"While you're at it," Danico muttered, never taking his eyes off the procedure for a moment, "If you *Do* Go, would you please request permission for me to use the kitchen?" Focus intense on the procedure at hand, he constantly swaps between soaking up the copious amounts of blood still gushing from the wound still unstitched and, of course, stitching. "I'm going to need access to make more numbing ointment if the queen is to make it past this with as little pain as possible." 

The alchemist glances over at the shifter laying lifeless on the ground, sword pinning her to the wall. Still focused on the procedure, but noticing her body hadn't so much as twitched since he got here. "Someone make sure the shifter still breathes." He demanded, focus returning to the task at hand. "Many people are going to have many questions." Though his demand seemed purely out of interest for those around him, truly he simply had questions for Cecilia himself.
Katherine
Angelica Stafford
Vallen Taemar

Heath informed them she hadn't been our long, which was somehow still concerning and comforting at the same time. Danico worried she'd wake in a panic, and now every passing second has her wondering if Anya would wake up screaming. 

Danico had asked them to make sure she didn't move and to pinch at the puncture wounds on her shoulder, and while Angelica had started at her hands to keep her pinned, Heath seemed to take that over. 

If he hasn't undoubtedly caused this, she could almost see it as being sweet. But as it was, she was now the one tasked with pinching bloodied flesh for Danico, until he ordered someone to check on the shifter. She had never really considered herself to be squeamish woman, but the lifeblood of her friend rushing over her fingers was doing more to her than she'd like to admit.

So she gestured Eric over having him take her place at the Queens shoulder instead while she moved to stand. A brief swipe of bloodied hands on her dress was all she managed in terms of cleaning her hands before she moved to the shifter pinned to the wall. Hesitantly, she reached her hand out and placed it a couple inches before the creatures nose, there was a slow but steady exhale coming from it's nostrils and she contemplated briefly removing the sword and finishing the job then just reporting it dead. 

But she didn't. "It's alive." She answered, moving back to the group briefly. "I'm going to go secure you the kitchens. If she _dies_," She swallowed thickly. "If she dies, Eric I want them all detained." She said firmly, and hurried off to the kitchens.

**
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Castle Grunewald, Taemar **

The dinner had concluded with Angelica catching him on his way out and an exchange of a letter from her possession into his. It wasn't marked with anything but his name, the three names stacked on top of each other, each name a little heavier handed than the last. 

_Mikhail_
_Durkhan_
_**Maith**_

The Prince moved out of the main dining hall, intent on retiring to his room for the remainder of the night. There was talk of heading to the taverns in town, but he had no interest in partaking in drinks with strangers in a land he didn't know. The last thing he wanted was some incident that spread like wildfire through the courts. The Eclipse that had been assigned to him followed closely behind him, along with another Astorian guard whose name he could never recall, and he broke the seal on the letter with ease. 

As he walked, his eyes skimmed the short invitation. It was to meet with the Pirate King, tonight in the library of Castle Grunewald. He clicked his tongue, and folded the letter back once more to replace it back into the envelope. What Maith wanted to see him about, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't exactly going to turn down the request from the man who had given him so much. Mikhail looked to the Eclipse and nodded to another hall. 

"We're headed to the library for a private meeting. You might be posted outside, but feel free to clear the library first, it would make me more comfortable." Mikhail explained, and they trio turned to find the library in question.
Kendall
Lord Eric Stafford
Vallen, Taemar

"Of course." Eric replied to his wife before taking Angelica's place to start pinching off the puncture wounds and keeping a firm grip on Anya in the event she woke up. Eric was pretty sure when she woke up, she wouldn't be able to move very well. Both Heath and himself had a lot more strength to keep her down. 

_Fuck..._ Eric thought, now getting a better look at the Queen's wounds. _A shifter?_ Eric questioned in his head, having thought they had been wiped out or weren't real to begin with. Now one attacked his queen. _Someone should've been with her to take the hit, she should not have been alone._
Robert
The Musicians
*The Burnt Thistle*, Vallen

As the evening waned, the tavern's cacophony grew. Imogen cocked her head to the side upon Kallophon's comment, her dark hair sliding across her shoulders and settling as a silky curtain to the left. "Her nose?" She asked, wrinkling her own, "I suppose the regal nose is known to be more sizable."

"If it's true, he should say it," Arnaud snorted, "I am quite tired of the bastard royals being held up on a pedastal with all the pee-ons fawning below with glittering eyes. They spit on us because they fucking can. No one *Says* That they're not gods. She has a big fucking nose."

"I disagree. It is of average size," Bertolt said, "She is beautiful."

"Well, I never said she was not," Arnaud countered. 

"We're going down south to Araedia. Taemar is too grim when the trees lose their leaves and the boglands are exposed," Imogen said. 

"Actually, we're going to the North Shore for the equinox festivals," Said Arnaud, "Because we do not want to be penniless and starve, come winter."

"We have yet to decide," Bertolt said to Kallophon, sotto voce.

Sir Heath Romanov
Castle Grunewald, Vallen

"Not sure who the hell she thinks she can have detained," Heath said, growing more and more irritated with Lady Stafford. His eyes moved to the corner, where a figure moved. Upon seeing that he had been spotted, Kenmath Vaughn stepped out of the shadows. 

"Dear me, dear my. The Duchess has found herself in quite the sticky situation. Sticky blood, sticky fud," Kenmath hummed, clasping his hands behind his back. Heath blinked in confusion. He figured the poor old man had lost his mind due to being *Ancient*. 

"Tell King Gregor that there has been an attempt on Duchess Anyanka's life and to come quickly," Heath ordered. 

"But what of the stoolie?" Kenmath asked, rocking on his heels. 

"Beg your pardon?" Heath asked, shaking his head. 

"The stoolie," Kenmath clarified, pointing at Prince Nickles' limp form on the ground. He turned his eyes to Lord Stafford. "A boy without a leg is much like a crow without a beak. You would think there would be a song about *That*. I must ask the little lad with a instrument to draft a piece in honor of him. Wouldn't you agree?" He took a cautious step toward Eric. 

"We'll take care of him. Just go get your king," Heath barked. Kenmath giggled and sped away, his long beard trailing after him.
Kendall
Lord Eric Stafford
Vallen, Taemar

Lord Stafford bit his tongue to Heath's comment, he was rather sure he could detain the old knight rather easily but he didn't say it. His queen getting the care she needs was more important than a dick measuring contest with Heath. Eric's attention was shifted to Kenmath and a growing sense of frustration with this place. 

" I hate this place _so_ much." He said when Kenmath sped away. "Where are the fucking guards?" Eric grumbled. "Should we begin moving her to the kitchen?"He continued looking between Heath and the physician.