Karen
**Milena Capell**
**Ostrava, Astoria**

As Millie looked around, she saw a lot of faces she recognized, and a lot she didn't. That wasn't very surprising to her. People tended to travel very far too see such plays, so she wasn't particularly shocked to see so many strangers within the theatre. 

*'let's see. A few nobles from god knows where... I've probably seen them at some point in whatever gala my parents made me attend. A few common folk... And a boy who looks to be about my age. He looks... Familiar? Where have I seen him before?'* Millie was absolutely sure she had seen the boy at some point, though she didn't know where. Perhaps he had been at one of her parents' social events and she just wasn't paying attention? Was he the son of one of the nobility present in the theatre? 

The thought would have gnawed at her all night if she didn't go up and ask. If he was someone she knew, great. If he wasn't, even better, a new acquaintance at least. And hey, she thought he was sort of cute. 

She figured there was still a bit of time before the play started, so she walked up to the dark blonde haired boy and tapped him on the shoulder. 

"I'm terribly sorry, but I've just had this buggering feeling I've met you before somewhere, but I just can't place it. Tell me, are you acquainted with my parents, Lord and Lady Capell?"
Joseph
**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Ostrava Astoria**

He had made it to the theater without being stopped, and it was only upon his arrival did someone actually speak up. 

"Your highness, what an honor to host you this evening!" The attendant said, and Mikhail gave a small smile of acknowledgement, his hand raising a bit to stop the man. 

"I've heard good things about the work Ostrava has put into it's art programs, I'm honored to be here to witness them, though please don't alert the cast to my presence." He didn't know if the idea of the Astorian Prince in the audience would affect their performance, and he certainly didn't want to risk it. 

Moving inside he made his way toward the front, pausing about halfway down the rows of seats to change his mind. The way the building was constructed had the seats on the smallest of inclines, and he decided the middle section looked best for his height. His hand lingered on the back of a chair, about to make his way toward the center of the row when a voice sounded behind him. 

He turned, silver eyes moving over red hair that made his chest tighten in concern. _Had his mother followed him here?_ Of course not, and his breath escaped him as he looked over the girl who had approached him. She was young, about his age or so, and though the flash of red had first concerned him he realized soon it was different from the rich red tone Amorothians carried. It was lighter, sunkissed and wispy around the girl's face. 

She questioned if she knew him, and he felt his lips part before he closed them. "Not personally, no." He answered truthfully. "I believe I've met the Lord and Lady in passing at the Hogcock festival last frost, but I'm not personally acquainted with," There was a beat "Your parents, lady Capell." He smiled saying her title before revealing his own. 

"You might know my name more than my face. Prince Mikhail Durkhan, a pleasure, my Lady."
Karen
**Milena Capell**
**Ostrava, Astoria**

Her eyes widened for a brief moment. The prince! That would have certainly explained why she recognized him. She had most certainly seen him at one or two events. Yet something troubled her in the back of her mind. Rather than one of awe, she took one of confusion, studying him up and down. From what she had been told, wasn't he supposed to have been dead? If he had truly back to life, that instantly made him much cooler than anyone she had ever met. 

"Well then, your highness, the honor is all mine, though I must ask, did you come to Ostrava alone? No entourage, no royal procession, Prince Mikhail?"
Joseph
**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Ostrava Astoria**

Her eyes flashed bright for a moment, a deer spotted by a hunter in the woods, and he certainly hoped the surprise wouldn't last long. After all, the play was set to start soon. 

"I brought my squire, but he preferred the idea of a tavern over a theatre." He explained simply, and looked around. No one seemed to be waiting on her, so he returned her inquiry. 

"No entourage for yourself either, Lady Capell?"
Karen
**Milena Capell**
**Ostrava Astoria**

She smirked, then shrugged. "Of course not. I snuck out of the castle for this. There was no way I was going to miss opening night. My parents forbade me from coming because they don't want me mixing with the common people. As if their blood defines who they are." She rolled her eyes and sighed. 

"I certainly am the *Pinnacle* Of a nobleman's child, aren't I?"
Joseph
**Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Ostrava Astoria**

He couldn't quite tell if she was joking, he'd never really had a knack for jokes. Daemon was in the process of teaching him how to be less bookish and more street smart, but sarcasm sometimes eluded him.

Luckily, Lady Capell sighed, and the emphasis she placed guided him to the conclusion she didn't agree with her parents views on the citizenry. 

"We're all one rebellion away from being shitbloods ourselves. It might be wise to remind them of that." He mused, and gestured to the seats he had intended to take. 

"Join me, Lady Capell. That way should someone try to scandalize you for sneaking out, you can truthfully say you were here at the Prince's request."
Karen
**Milena Capell**
**Ostrava, Astoria**

She smiled. Watching a pay with the prince of Astoria? That was an opportunity for an experience which did not come around basically *Ever*. She'd have been a fool to pass that up. It would be fun. 

"I would be honored to join you, on one condition. Please call me Millie. Everyone around here does. I come out into town so that I can get away from the noble lifestyle for even just a few hours. It's very freeing."