Susan
Finally, she had gotten away. 

All Delsandra wished for was for the night to end and it nearly had. The sun would rise within only a few hours, and guests were still being reassured outside of the castle's walls that it was safe to leave. Many refused, terrified of what might happen if they did. The eldest princess of Thyseer however could take it no longer. Irezora was so much better at calming the masses than Del- the thought of her younger sister being better than her at anything causing jealousy to boil in her heart. Swallowing it as best she could however, Delsandra allowed the council and guard to handle the guests. After all, that vision still lingered in her mind and many urged her to rest rather than stress over the festival gone awry.

Retreating to her bedroom, Delsandra opened the door. The princess's trusted companion and hellyenx Malachite sat outside of her bedroom door, ensuring no one would disturb her as she decompressed. The long and elegant dress Del had chosen for Sorevelle was disheveled, but at the very least not ruined. It was one of her favorite dresses, a gradient of blue, red and orange that fit snuggly to her hourglass form. With a sigh, Delsandra closed the door behind her and rest against for a quiet moment, her typically perfectly straight hair now a frizzled mess upon her head. While she wasn't tired enough to sleep, there was definitely fatigue aching in her muscles and especially her head. Pounding from the events that had taken place, Del wished for nothing more than peace and quiet.

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The eldest princess's bedroom was easily one of the most elaborately decorated in the castle, of course by Delsandra's design. A deep red caked the walls, but now all it did was remind poor Delsandra of the terrifying eye she had witnessed. With a disgusted look on her face as she looked around her room, the eladrin made a mental note to redisign the color palette of her room at a later date. For now however, it would have to wait. Sauntering across her bedroom, Delsandra tried her best to keep the thoughts of the vision out of her mind. Now, alongside her own, the portrayal of what the other three had witnessed was stained into her head. Nightmares were sure to come for days, weeks, months on end even. Retreating to her expansive closet, Delsandra retrieved an elegant deep blue nightgown before beginning to undress.

Typically, servants would aid in her in this process, but she requested they leave her alone for the rest of the night. While she was no stranger to dressing herself, it most definitely offered a time of reflection being alone like this. Watching herself in the mirror as she slipped out of her Sorevelle dress, Delsandra's eyes almost seemed to drift away as she stood their bare. Their magnificent orange glow dimming slightly as thoughts wrapped around her head. So many bombarded her consciousness; who spoke those words? Why would these visions happen now? Why her and the other three? It was only then did Delsandra feel a flame in her heart begin to grow, one she just knew had to be Phoedite calming his chosen down.

The light in Delsandra's eyes returned, her empty expression now replaced with one of determination and an eerie calm. *Be still, my phoenix.* She heard him whisper. *All will be clear in time.*

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A chill ran up the eladrin's skin, goosebumps peppering her pale form from her arms to her legs. It had been so long since she had heard him speak to her, but as she stood there bare before her mirror Delsandra began to hum to herself. Like snapping out of a stupor, she moved once more and began to dress into her deep blue nightgown. It was then thought clicked in her head, and as she pulled the gown up to her shoulders she looked around her room at the red that stained the walls. "Dark blue. Hm." Delsandra muttered to herself. At the very least she had decided her bedroom's design change. 

Now dressed in a long silk down, the front cut out revealing her long porcelaine legs. It draped around her, but when she walked her legs slid out like water, causing the princess to look as regal as she did in any formal dress. This was only her nightwear however. Retrieving a brush from her vanity, Delsandra began to brush through her long blonde hair. It was an absolute mess, and if anyone knew Delsandra well they'd know she can never stand being a mess. So, there the princess stood, humming quietly to herself as she slowly brushed tenderly through each long lock of hair. The only light in the room was the bright white moon shining onto the floor of the bedroom and a single candle flame Del had lit ablaze on her vanity. Shadows danced in the darkness, but the princess paid them no mind.

As far as she knew, she was safe and alone.
Mary
There was a noticeable change in the air flow once one entered the threshold of Princess Delsandra's room. Unlike the thick, tense, and downright unbearable claustrophobic chaos that continued to bubble and boil within the Thyseer castle–*Both inside and out of its gates* – here, inside the silence under a cool moonlight... It was peaceful. 

*Almost*. Peaceful. 

Cinnamon coated every inch of Delsandra's room, as it was her signature scent. There was never a place she wouldn't be without the tailing aroma of warm, peppery vanilla mixed with the spice of wood and metallic; much like the fire in her eyes. However, with such a prominent smell floating throughout the princess's room, another was eerily lingering nearby... Deep within the shadows of Delsandra's blood-soaked walls, a fragrance of freshly cut sage mixed with sweet tart faerie fruit cut the air. Its intoxicating scent prowling around much like a stranger in someone's home. 

From the moment that the eladrin Princess stepped foot into her bedroom, she would undoubtedly catch the change. Nevertheless, with just how strained and warned down everyone was from the disasters of Sorevelle, such a small detail as this could surely slip one's mind. And Corithian had hoped that for his sake, it had. Lurking in the unknown corners of inky shadow, the High Lord sat undetected. His midnight gaze locked onto the she-elf the moment she had entered her room– *Disgust filling his closed jaw.* 
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There was a certain kind of hate that came to mind when Corin looked at Delsandra. One of writhing betrayal, seeping envy, and perhaps even a jealousy that his pride would never admit. The two's history ran deep, so deep in fact, that Corinthian could have been a prince... Standing beside Delsandra in all of her glory. Now however, that was nothing more than a dream spewed from lying lips. *Her* Lying lips. Deceitful as the seed she grew from, Corinthian was forever undone by his ex lover, Princess Delsandra Qinrel.

After his cover being blown at Sorevelle, Lord Corin had no other choice but to retreat from his peers and take cover elsewhere. Of course his idea of hiding was nothing more than an excuse to snuff out the Princess's room, the Spy Master had more motive than just waiting for the crowds to die down.. Silently, the darkling watched as Delsandra sauntered around her room. Golden tendrils of magic swaying violently beneath the shadows he lingered in, the color in his eyes flickering to a violent red as he caught glimpses of the princess slipping from her clothes. For a council member, one might think that the man would have regrets for breaking such a law by being here, let alone prioritizing his own motives rather than his Queens. However, Corinthian was always a devilish soul, and no amount of changing would erase the wickedness that flowed through his veins.
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No remorse beheld the High Lord as he dragged his pupiless gaze around the princess's form, along every curve, devouring the sight of what once was his. Resisting the urge to reveal himself right then and there, the Spy Master waited, swallowing the roughness that sat in the back of his throat. Even though the half elf hated Delsandra with every fiber in his being– There was no denying she was a goddess on her own. High elves were always told they held the beauty of every elven tree, but to Corinthian, the Eladrin Princess took the winning prize. A teetering scowl broke the male's lips as he thought of just how many had the pleasure of seeing Del in such a way, though, those thoughts were soon died down by his conscious reminding him that it was pointless to care. Even still, Corin held the she-elf's gaze in the mirror. Knowing she was oblivious to what was staring back at her. 

Waiting until after the princess got dressed, Corinthian watched curiously as his ex lover comforted herself in a humming song. He could see the discomfort upon her face, which came to no surprise. Tonight put the fear into many hearts, although for the High Lord himself, he was far more fearful of his Queen's demise than the bigger factor at hand. There was little that Corinthian truly feared, and perhaps that was his downfall. Little care for his job nor his actions, it was awfully reckless. Dangerous even. Nevertheless, once Delandra had begun to brush her hair, a gentle *Whooshing* Sound could be heard within the far shadows of the women's room... 

"Dark blue, huh?" A deep voice bellowed, "Personally, I'd prefer a nice gold..."
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Two bright golden swirls of magic could be the only thing visible as Corinthian pried himself from the inky darkness. Soon, his full body would come into view, leaving Delsandra to look up at the hounding figure– his height toppling over her. With hands laid calmly behind his back, Corin flashed his sinister grin, venom painted across that playful smile. "What a night. I thought you would have died back there..." The Spy Master crooned sarcastically. Each step Corinthian made towards Delsandra was slow and precise, his body language showing nothing but an eerie nonchalance. Something that the she-elf would remember to be cautious of.
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Susan
Like the chill from before that caressed Delsandra's bare skin, her body trembled and jumped at the sound of a voice behind her. Whipping around, a ball of fire replaced the brush in her hand, her hair brushed through but now glowing like the flame she now held. The princess's eyes blazed a fiery orange, an obvious warning to anyone who dared enter her room unannounced. Within a millisecond, hundreds of possibilities ran through her head of who it was and what was going on. After all, it wouldn't be the first time a voice had invaded Delsandra's peace of mind tonight. If not for its familiarity, the princess very well could have turned the Spymaster into a ball of flame, though 'lucky' is not what Delsandra would call him. The moment her eyes took in just who it was, the ball of flame slowly died, but the princess's hair and eyes remained glowing.

A terrifying fire burned in the pyromancer's eyes, one filled with hate and hurt and anger at the sight of her former lover. Seeing him before had been hard enough, now he was here spying on her? In her own damn castle? In her own *Room?* The rage that was slowly building in Delsandra's heart and mind was showing physically, apparent by her hands trembling. How could Corinthian act so nonchalant in this situation? How long had he been here? The comment on Delsandra's change in her room's color was enough to confirm her suspicions; he had been here long enough to watch her come in, to undress- Delsandra began to seethe at the thought. Eyeing Corinthian with so many emotions at once, she didn't even know what to say. Should she call for the guard or simply deal with him herself?

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After a long moment of silence, the princess turned away from the Spymaster and began to walk towards her vanity. The completely ruined and burned brush in her hands disappeared with a simple spell, and with an eerily sinister calm to her voice Delsandra finally spoke as she walked away from Corinthian. "I doubt you came here to give me advice on decorating. I should have known a perverted bastard like you would try to catch one last glimpse. Miss me that terribly? Obsession looks bad on you, Corin." Delsandra refused to look at him. She knew what would get under his skin, more than probably anyone else he knew. Being ignored was a big one, as was testing his temper. If he grew angry enough, hopefully it would give Delsandra a reason to send him running with his spiny black tail between his legs.

"I don't know why you're here, nor do I have the time, energy or desire to care." The princess walked past her vanity, still never offering Corinthian so much as a glance. With as much nonchalance as the Spymaster gave the princess, Delsandra slowly sank down into a chaise lounge chair, her head rested on her hand as she stared off. Growing quiet, she knew eventually Corin would break it. He'd respond with some witty comment, say something rude then perhaps leave. The she-elf tried with all her might to refuse any positive memories of she and him to enter her mind, but piece by piece they bled through. Their laughter, his smile, his hands, his playfulness, his smell- letting out a short sigh, Delsandra stopped herself. She'd never let him in again. *Never.*

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Quietly Delsandra sat, and with her free hand the princess began to run it through her golden hair. The fire in her eyes and locks slowly began to dull, though she was still very much on alert. Outside of trying to get under her skin, Delsandra couldn't think of a reason Corinthian would be here. His queen had suffered the same as Del had, shouldn't he be by her side? Perhaps... He was worried about his former partner? A glimmer as faint as a mere ember appeared in the princess's heart, but she knew it was wishful thinking.
Mary
One might say that Corinthians twisted mind was just as dark as his heart, relishing in the delight of others' discomfort. Even if it was just for a moment, the fear piercing Delsandras soul as she whipped herself around only furthered Corin's wicked grin. Those pearly white fangs that rested perfectly against his tantalizing lips was enough to make even the dead shiver, and Corinthian knew in the back of his mind that no matter how much this she-elf dared to deny him... He had her right where he wanted her from the very beginning. 

Lazily, the Spy Master's gaze drifted to the fire coiling in the woman's hands, his head tilting to the side in a rather sarcastic scoff. "Come on now darling, you know your little light shows never intimidated me." Corinthian stated flatly. Instead of inching closer however, the sorcerer held his position at the opposite end of the Princess's vanity– watching as the little elf made a desperate attempt to ignore the darkling. Delsandra always had an act for the over-dramatics, her bratty temper almost as fiery as the magic she possessed. It was by the grace of the gods that the two stayed together as long as they did however, and as the snarky remarks began to fly Corin's way, a low, breathy laugh fell from the High Lord. 

"Please, don't try to flatter yourself too much, *Princess.* Would you seriously believe I would ever want anything to do with you and your empty heart?" 
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Shooting a smug look to Delsandra as she sauntered past, inevitably taking a seat in one of her many lavish chairs. It was a bold move at that, seeing just how careless she was to the fact an assassin was in her midst. Nevertheless, Corinthian took that time to prove his intentions, and what he wanted was far more than a game of dagger words and careless ignorance. With slow strides, the High Lord menacingly made his way towards Princess Delsandra. His daunting figure outstretched like a sinister shadow. The once floating gold specs that laid in Corin's voidless eyes soon burned into a bloodstained red, wine pouring over as he casted his hateful gaze down to her- *Locking on*. No amount of ignoring would work with such a dominant force tugging at her attention, even as he spoke. 

"You and I both know I could care less for your wants, Delsandra..." The High Lord growled, his brow narrowing at her obvious attempt to refuse him. While it was true that a mutual respect was something Corinthian aimed to have for anyone who dared stand in his presence; it was pure hatred that fueled him when that rule was broken. Had the half elf not known of Del's obnoxious nature, this fetal attempt would have gotten under his skin. However, it would seem to just annoy him more than rile him up. Although, the counselor had enough... "I came here because you have something I want." 

Just as Corin spoke, a gentle *Whoosh* Filled the air once more before wisps of black magic formed behind the eladrin, strong hands reaching out from the mist to drag along the woman's figure before pinning down her wrists against the armchair. Lord Corinthian emerged from the self made shadows one final time, his cold glare meaning he was far more serious this time around. No smirk or scowl held the sorcerer's face as he loomed over her, those dark black curls tumbling over his eyes ever so slightly. If Delsandra wasn't off put by now, his look of cruel desire was sure to put a fear in her... 
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Staring a moment, with his face mere inches from her own in an upside down locked gaze- Corinthian brought himself closer ever so slightly. Soft lips breathing against the Princess's ear as he whispered to her. "And *You're* Going to help me get it."
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Susan
Delsandra tried her best to ignore Corinthian's cruel words about her heart but it fell just as it had time and time again when he opened his mouth. It stung. Her heart wasn't empty, but rather than the sadness of how his words made her feel upon her face, there was instead anger. Still, she remained silent. Del would not offer the satisfaction of allowing him to know he had gotten beneath her skin. Refusing to look his way, the princess could hear his approaching footfalls, each one causing her muscles to tense more and more. Slowly Delsandra's heart began to pace, her jaw tense as timidness finally began to creep in. Contrary to the front she put out to the world, deep inside she knew how she felt about Corinthian.

*She feared him.*

The closer he lingered the more nervous Delsandra became. Should she call for the guard? If she tried, he'd like be on top of her before any sound could escape her throat. Then, he spoke once more, his words harsh and filled with impatience. Delsandra tried her best to not fold so easily, her mouth remaining shut as she felt the cruel lord's presence grow nearer. Of course he didn't care about her. After all, all he had truly wanted back then was the title of king, right? *The eladrin king.* Mentioning he wanted something however in that terrifying tone caused a painful chill to course through the princess's veins. What could this *Bastard* Possibly want?

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When Corinthian disappeared and reappeared behind Delsandra she jumped with a loud gasp, her body trembling as his hands held hers down. Those bright orange hues dulled in fear, her hair dimming along with them. Their eyes locked, Delsandra unable to look away from the black and gold swirling within his. Pure fear had stricken her heart, her limbs shaking but there was no struggle for she knew it would be futile. Corinthian was great at demanding things, but even greater at obtaining them. With how close he was, his scent became overpowering in Delsandra's nose. Breathing any other smell in was impossible with him so near, and it made Del's heart race a hundred beats a second. But, she'd not go down so easily. Perhaps a true threat would scare him off.

"You'd start a war if you harmed me. I'll call for the guard- get out." Delsandra's voice trembled, though try as she did to hide it. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable, even through the threatening words she spoke. She knew how highly Corinthian regarded his queen, that much was certain with how worried he was about Dhakashira during that terrifying event. Would he risk hurting her more in such a drastic way? Soon his breath rolled onto her ear, a feeling that sent goosebumps along her porcelain skin. This fear was damned crippling, so much so Delsandra had forgotten to breath for many seconds. Inhaling shakily, the princess couldn't take her eyes off of Corinthians.

Even through all of that fear and anger and hatred Delsandra could feel a fire deep down in her heart. A fire fueled by the god she devoted her heart and life to; Phoedite. He beckoned her to burn Corinthian to nothing but ash and dust. Perhaps the Spymaster would be able to feel the heat within her skin, it growing and growing the longer he held her there. Even through that heat fear remained in her hues. Now all she could hope for was he'd leave her be after threatening him.
Mary
"Go ahead, call for them." Corinthian laughed, his lips pursing into a crooked smile. "But don't blame me when you make yourself look like a fool." Glancing down at the princess, the High Lord gave a testing glare before he let go, his hands returning to his back. Corin seemed fairly confident in himself when it came to the guards, or really any authoritative figure for that matter. As he *Was* A skillful spymaster, the hustle and bustle of tonight's show helped him walk right through the castle with ease. Before Delsandra would even be able to call out for help, Corinthian would surely slip away into the night just before anyone would care to notice. 

The audible tremble within Delsandra's voice played like a melody in the eladrins ears as he circled her. Eyeing her all the while, Corin looked as though he was devouring her with the blank stare that beheld his face. In truth however, the half elf was lost deep in thought– "Have you lost your fire? Since when is it like you to call for help without doing something yourself?" Slowly, the darkling tilted his head as his lips curled upwards mockingly. "Has your time on this plane made you go soft, dear Delsandra..?" A low, playful scoff rolled off the man's tongue, his magic within his eyes rolling over. It would seem as though the princess had changed alot since they had last met. 
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Regardless, it didn't take long for the High Lord to grow bored of their conversation. Soon, his attention turned to focus back on the room around him, specifically the vanity Delsandra was changing in front of. Lazily, the counselor sauntered over towards it; picking up nicknacks that were scattered atop its table. Corinthians' large hands made each piece of jewelry, perfume, or other feminine item look tiny as he held them up to inspect them– his dark glare uninterested in such things. Nevertheless, he knew it would get a rise out of the hot headed princess... With vacant eyes drifting far in thought, Corin grew silent before speaking once more. Only this time, his tone shifted back to his more serious pitch- held by the impatiens growing in the back of his throat.

"Galadriel's eye..." The High Lord began, Corinthians' face still preoccupied by Delsandra's trinkets. "It still resides here with your castle, does it not?" 

Slowly, Corin shifted his sights over to the princess who remained trembling within her seat. He took note of the boiling rage rising in her eyes, yet paid no mind to it. Never in a million years would he expect someone like her to aid to him, however, Corinthian was going to reach that relic with or without her help. Taking a moment to let his words sink in, the Spy Master continued. "I know the rumors surroundings it's uses, and i *Know*, that it can be used to communicate back to the Fae Plane..." Turning to face the eladrin fully, Corinthian placed down Delsandra's things before folding his arms over his chest. A dead serious look donning across his face. "I need to use it."
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Susan
The moment Corinthian let go of the princess, Delsandra wringed her wrists idly, her heart pounding out of her chest. With the lord moving away, her breathing slowly began to calm, though only slightly. The eladrin's eyes never left the man's, her own wide and alert. Just as his namesake suggested, the cruel words that fell from his lips seemed to strike straight through the princess's heart, although she tried her absolute best to hide it. A fury began to rise in her chest, her jaw clenching in anger as he goaded her to do something for herself for once. The palms of Delandra's hands began to glow as embers trickled out from her pores. Her mind and the voice within it was screaming at her to incinerate Corinthian, turn his vile smirk to ash in an instant. Before she could however, the Spymaster's gaze shifted elsewhere, and so too did his figure. Watching him move, the fire in Del's hands slowly died, but not within her heart and mind.

Each object of Delsandra's that was misplaced as he handled her things only irritated the princess further, her jaw clenched fiercely. Nevertheless she held her tongue, knowing full well the best way to handle Corinthian was through the art of words where touch needed to be avoided. The sudden sound of the Spymaster's voice booming from his throat did cause Delsandra to tense suddenly. His words struck her as surprising at first, but the realization of what he truly wanted slowly began to settle in. Galadriel's Eye was a means of communication, not unlike a lexicon used by nobility and royalty across the world. The main difference being the Eye could communicate through planes of existence, and Delsandra knew *Exactly* Where and who Corinthian wished to communicate. A devilish grin appeared on the princess's face.

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Corinthian continued to speak, only solidifying the thoughts in Delsandra's mind. "Ah. I know why you wish to use the Eye." A breath-like chuckle fell from the princess's rosy lips, her fiery eyes dancing circles around the Spymaster as she stood, knowing now she had a leg up on the cruel lord. Slowly Delsandra began to saunter around Corinthian, her gaze taking in his form in a teasing and playful manner. "You *Know* Only the royal family can access the Eye, and with your history with me you thought I'd say yes to such a request?" Stopping beside Corin, Del's voice grew harsh, her eyes narrowing. "Do you believe me to be daft?" Turning her head to look at the side of the lord's face, she continued her wicked words. "Why on the Gods green earth would I ever amuse your little request? In what world, in what *Existence* Did you think I'd agree to his?" Shaking her head, Delsandra walked behind Corinthian to her vanity.

Slowly she began to put things back where they were meant to be, moving the perfumes, brushes, make-up, etc. Then, the princess turned around, leaning herself gently against the vanity with her arms as supports on the surface to her sides. Smirking, another laugh fell from her mouth. "Does the little prince miss his mummy?"
Mary
Carelessly, Corinthian flicked off whatever dust was found between his hands by slowly rubbing his thumb against his index finger. Those liquor filled eyes seething once Princess Delsandra finally spoke up. It was obvious by the woman's tone that she was trying to get under his skin. However, only this time her nails dug deeper than the Spy Master would have liked. Each vile word that spit from her tongue caused Corinthians chest to tighten in a slow, burning rage. The look on his face darkening, brows etched with ill-temper. With a tight, closed jaw, Corin swallowed the roughness in his throat before another scoff soon escaped through his teeth– Eyes coldly locking onto Delsandra all the while she pranced around him. 

It was true that only the royal family of Thyseer could access the Eye of Galadriel, Corinthian certainly believed he would find a way around it with or *Without* The help of his former lover. As the princess prowled herself around the High Lord, ultimately making herself a target in the range of the darkling- Corin himself shifting his position on his feet slyly- The muscles in his arms tensing with an uneasy eagerness to him. Almost as if he was teasing her back.. Testing her, *Daring* Her to come closer. Boldly however, she stopped. Both locking eyes. Fire invaded the cold, dark rings of Corinthians' gaze as he glared down at her. His expression unwavering up until Delsandra shot her typical snarky remarks. 
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"Hey, *If the shoe fits, Princess.*" The counselor teased, hate dancing proudly in his tone. Slowly, that crooked smile appeared once more. Any chance Corinthian could get to throw the eladrins words right back at her were never missed out on. However before the High Lord could get any further words out, the next three that left Delsandra's mouth had all but begun to dig her own grave... 

Silence filled the room after the princess spoke, that cheeky grin across her face surely aching with how long she held on. Corinthian, who at the time had his back turned, slowly began to turn on his heel. That terrifyingly calm look sending chills deep within Del's perfect peach skin. A low half scoff *Huffed* From Corin, his head turned half way across the back of his shoulder, eyes draping the floor. With a slow lick of his lips, the Spy Lord flashed a lifeless smirk before all hell broke loose-

Shooting out from sight, all Princess Delsandra would feel was a chilling cold breeze before her spine and tailbone were harshly shoved back into her vanity- Corinthians massive hand reaching from the black void of magic he appeared from only to grasp the woman by her throat– thrusting her head back into her mirror. With such a violently force, *Everything* Tousled and rolled off from the table. Crashing in a loud, booming effect; even the glass in which Del's head had cracked. 
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Within a matter of seconds, Corinthian had gotten on top of the she-elf. His hold unbreakable. Looming over-top of the woman, the darkling's face was nearly touching Delsandras, breath coating her skin as he panted with rage from his nose. Knowing all too well of her tricks however, Corin's inky shadow held down the princess's hands to avoid being burned. Nevertheless, that grip he held upon her throat would soon tighten... "You keep your *Filthy* Mouth **Shut**." Corinthian growled, his lips brushing hers with each word. Narrowing those cruel eyes, the High Lord watched as Delsandra would soon choke on the air leaving her lungs, the gold swirls of magic swimming in his pupilless eyes now replaced with blood red.

"Don't you see, little girl? I don't *Need* You to access the eye. I mean- look at how easy it was to get *In* Here." Tilting his head tauntingly, the darkling paused a moment before trailing his lips further along Dels skin- speaking in a low hush. " Although.. I can only imagine how *Easy* It would be to just kill you now. I'd have access any time I want.." 
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Larry
Clanking sounds of armored foot falls could soon be heard shuffling about in the halls of the Thysser castle. Followed by the shouts of guards alerting their people to return to their rooms... "Quickly! We must find the intruder before they escape!" One voice called, rallying more knights to follow in their pursuit around the castle grounds. "You there! Take your men and check on the princesses! No one is to leave their rooms." 

Soon enough, the rhythmic stampede of Thysser guards were making their way down the royal quarter halls, leaving Corinthian in far more danger of being spotted than he had expected. Nevertheless, pitying a laugh to the situation he was in, Corin lifted his face back up. The serious focus in his eyes returning as he spoke. "I *Will* Get the eye. And I hope you can live with whatever happens to anyone who stands in my way to get it, Delsandra." 

Without another word, the High Lord's shadow would soon grow twice his size. Toppling over his massive figure before enveloping him completely. Just as the last tendrils of inky black magic had evaporated into thin air– Princess Delsandra's bedroom door busted wide open. Three fully armored guards rushing through, weapons at the ready. "Your highness," A stern male voice began, "Are you alright? We have reason to believe that an intruder has been lingering around after the festival." 

One by one, each guard filled into the eledrins room, their eyes scanning each corner and crevice. Only finding a disturbed vanity and frankly, a far more disturbed princess, the three knights bowed apologetically before their leader spoke up once more. "I am sorry, Princess Delsandra. Orders are orders, you must stay here until we have cleared everywhere. By any chance... Did you happen to see a *Dark elf?* Reports say that it is a Female dark elf who has been lingering about. Does that mean anything to you?" 
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Susan
To say that it was fear in the princess's eyes would be an unbelievable understatement. It was sheer terror that filled Delsandra's heart and soul when Corinthian's hand wrapped around her throat. In other circumstances, she would have burned him to a crisp, but he was quicker. Her head banging against the glass of her vanity caused her head to go fuzzy for a few fleeting moments, only for her vision to clear and see the murky ink-like sea of Corinthian's eyes. Delsandra simply should have known better than to speak of Corin's mother. After all, she was the most important woman in his life, even being so far away from her. Perhaps it was the effects of the vision she had or even the small amount of alcohol she had consumed that left Delsandra making such poor decisions.

Desperately she clung for air, her lungs lurching in desperation for oxygen. At the very least, his words of threatening intentions were just that; words. He *Needed* Delsandra, whether he liked it or not, and although the fear of suffocating was on the forefront of the princess's mind, she knew deep down he'd never kill her. At least not before he got a chance to use the Eye. Delsandra's vibrant golden-orange hues dimmed the less oxygen she was able to inhale, and although her skin felt hot to the touch, it would not be enough to force Corinthian off of her. All the princess could do was pray to Phoedite that someone, anyone would come to her rescue. She felt pitiful, useless even in this circumstance. But, it was a circumstance she had gotten herself in to.

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The sudden voices and banging upon Delsandra's doors caused relief to wash over the princess. The voices were the familiar sounds of guards, and now Del just knew she was safe. Although no oxygen had managed to slip into her lungs, fire burned in her eyes. She'd not soon forget Corinthian's little tantrum anytime soon. The dark lord's final warning did send a chill down Delsandra's spine however, but as he finally pulled away the princess gasped for air just as guards burst through her room. Trembling as oxygen was finally allowed to return to her bloodstream, Delsandra raised a hand to the guards now in her room. "I'm- I'm fine." Allowing herself a moment to catch her breath, the princess took in a deep and heavy sigh. "If there's an intruder go look for them! There's no one here but me." Rage had settled in, and all Del wished for now was to be alone.

*Delsandra would not soon forget this night, however.*
Robert
*"Shit."*

Faelyth's eyes widened cautiously as guards passed by, all on patrol, all looking for her. It seemed the she-elf had really gotten herself into a bind this time. Her first time ever in Thyseer and she found herself neck deep in trouble. Sindr would have her head if the Thyseerian guards didn't cut it off first. Dressed in dark brown leather with a face covering only leaving her eyes revealed, a hood rest over her head to avoid her bright white hair from giving her away. What was she even doing here? She had never regretted going somewhere more in her life, but it was her knew 'master's' wish to do so. Then that strange but awfully painful voice? Faelyth would never visit Thyseer again, not for all the gold in the world. As the guards finally passed by, the dark elf emerged from her hiding spot in the curtains of a window.

Breathing quietly, she then began to make her way down the halls of the castle, more than careful to listen for any approaching footsteps. Voices could be heard down nearly every corridor, all shouting to 'find the dark elf' and 'protect the princesses'. Well, Faelyth was not here for them thankfully. Perhaps she'd visit this 'Eye' she's read so much about her snatch one of those elaborately crafted necklaces from one of the royal's rooms before she finally left. It wasn't her objective, but shiny things were always nice to have. Another set of guards could be heard stomping down the hall, and just as they rounded the corner they'd be met with yet another empty hall. Above them, Faelyth watched from the beams holding up the ceiling, panting slightly from the sudden climb up. With everything normal, they moved on.

Jumping down silently, Faelyth let out a huff as her feet hit the ground, the faint *Pat* Thankfully not giving her away to the guards now further down the hallway. "I need to get out of this place." Fae whispered to herself in a hushed tone, then rounded the corner to hopefully find a way out.
Mary
Somewhere far from the first batch of rallied guards, a massive black portal morphed from a single shadow. It's murky like tendrils whipping around violently before a silhouette made its way through. Corinthian, with his head held high and shoulders back, strode through the halls of the Thyseer castle in quick, strong paces. After fashionably escaping from the Thyseerian Princess's room, he didn't trust Delsandra would keep their dreadful reunion a secret. Nevertheless, the Spy Master kept his wits. Each footfall clicking with determination to get out. *Get home.* By no means was Corin afraid of the many knights patrolling the grounds... No, fear was the last thing rising in his chest. 

*It was rage.*

Whipping his jacket forwards, the High Lord shoved both of his balled fits into his pants pockets as he strolled right through each corridor. Being that all the eyes were out searching for a *Second* Intruder, none would dare question the presence of a councilman. Let alone a *Spymaster*. For all they knew he was there to help them track down the vermin. Even so, Corinthian paid no mind to what was going to become of whoever was stupid enough to wander into the kingdom of Fae. Even *He* Knew the risks he was taking when planning his rights to the Eye. Regardless, all Corin could think of was Delsandra. The way she dared speak so ill of his mother, and of him. 

Tightening his jaw, the eladrin grinded his teeth at the thought of slamming her head into something far more *Harder* Than a glass mirror– Although, getting revenge on the princess was something that would have to wait. As Corinthian dreaded the one thing he knew he never wanted to realize. Delsandra *Was* The key to getting to the Eye. And as much as the High Lord denied that possibility, he had to consider it. No other member of the Thyseer family would ever let Corinthian come closer than he had with Del. Even if he had plotted the option of manipulating a much younger princess, Irezora. 
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As the darkling ran through a series of thoughts and plans through his head, mindlessly allowing his legs to carry him to the castle doors, something caused his elven ears to twitch...

Perhaps it was just the instincts of a trained assassin and spy, always listening for something out of the ordinary to catch his attention. All of the loud mesh and clanging of armored knights had long passed down the royal quarter halls, leaving the one Cornithian found himself in rather quiet. Bordering a twin set hall just on the other side of an open stairway, a peculiar fluttering sound rustled the Spy Lord's senses. Ripping his cold gaze over towards the vacant space, Corin narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He caught the tail end of the hooded figure dropping from rafters overhead, their soft landing coming to a bit of a surprise to Cornthian. However, with too much on his mind the High Lord gave little interest in staying around to see the outcome of this stranger's fate. 

Passing on through another set of pillars, Corin kept his side eye wavering back towards the idly figure. Watching as their hood slipped just enough to see the familiar streaks of white ashen hair and skin. Any other day Corinthian wouldn't pay much mind to a dark elf, having no reason to. However, after putting the puzzle pieces together, something clicked. *It was a sister.* 

Halting to a stop, the darkling slyly took a few steps backwards. Angling himself behind the pillar that held the neighboring halls together. He didn't want to be mistaken for the wrong target, as a certain sister was on his list of work outside his council duties. Nevertheless, as Faelyth gave herself away with her whispers, Corinthian rolled his eyes as she attempted to escape once more. Cursing to the gods under his breath, the High Lord leaned forwards on his dominant foot– shadows embracing him once more before he vanished from the hall all together...
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Faelyth, having just rounded yet another corner, would soon come face to face with a pair of hands lunging at her from within the darkened parts of an open grand hall. Seeing as the she-elf was rushing– her speed caused the woman's abdomen to get crushed harshly by the impact of the force in which Corinthian grabed her with. Within seconds, the dark elf would be yanked from out of sight and into the shadows of the room. The soft ***THUNK*** Of Faelyth's back meeting cold marble echoing out into the air. Knowing the girl would surely put up a fuss, Corinthian braced his hand against her mouth. Those eerie pits of black looming forwards as the Spy master showed his face. Gold magic swimming quickly within them.

Without warning, Corin tossed his free hand up and yanked the hood down from Faelyths head– Proving that she was indeed the sister he was looking for. Soon, a half smirk adored the High Lord's face as he pulled himself closer towards the she-elf. His whisper a low hum as he breathed out into her ears. "Well well, if it isn't the missing sister... Your mother has been missing you, little one. Let's get you back to the den now, shall we?"
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Robert
*'Finally, I'm in the clea-'*

Faelyth's thoughts were cut abruptly short by being slammed backwards. The air was knocked clean from her lungs, and a terrible gasp left the dark elf's mouth as she attempted to gain it back. Her vision blurry for but just a moment, those multi-colored hues focused on a man she did not recognize. Pinned to a wall in a room she had no reason of being in, Faelyth's eyes filled with panic for a few fleeting moments, up until a whispery voice filled her pointed ears. It sent chills down her entire body, causing her muscles to tense up in an almost painful way. Who was this man? How dare he touch her? Based on his attire, this was no guard of Thyseer. Perhaps a noble of some kind hoping to take advantage of the woman he happened to stumble upon? No, this was something else entirely. *He mentioned Sindr.*

With her cover blown, Faelyth began to think of ways out of this. Had Sindr asked this stranger to find her? A *Man* No less? What the hell had happened while Faelyth was away? How- long had she been away? Weeks, right? Or was it months-..? Mentally shaking herself out of those thoughts, there was no time to worry about the Mother for now. With her mouth uncovered and hood removed from her face, the strange man would be able to see just how fiery the little dark elf in his grasp truly was. Her eyes, one yellow and one blue, began to glow ferociously. Ice and snow could be seen falling within one socket, while in the other a vicious lightning storm began to form. These elements would begin to seep from either hand, the colors in the room the stranger had pulled her into filled with the same as her eyes.

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"Didn't *Your* Mother ever tell you how to handle a woman?" Lightning crackled up Faelyth's left arm, rippling onto the man as he held her so harshly against the wall. From the other arm, ice crystals began to tear their way upwards to meet the man's body, though if he knew anything about chromancers he'd know without seeing the color that matches their eyes, they cannot use their chromatic magic. Anger surged with Faelyth, though from where it originated she couldn't pinpoint. Was it with Sindr, or herself? Right now, her anger was with this man that dared handle her in such a way. "Why Sindr would ever even *Speak* To the likes of a man so vile is beyond me!" Faelyth growled, pushing her legs upwards to knock the man back and away from her.

*This sister would not go without a fight.*
Mary
A quick twitch pulled the hooded lids of Corinthians eyes when Faelyths words bit at him. *What is with these women assaulting his mother today?* – Before the counselor could jerk her around once more, an intense burning sensation consumed his fingers. Then his hands, and the longer he held- His arms. 

*"Gha!"* The darkling spat, his grip releasing just in time to see the sparks of lightning erupting from Faelyths skin. He knew of the dark elf's trickery, given the mother had provided just enough information on the sister to keep an eye out for. However, Corin didn't realize just how annoying it would be to deal with a particularly feisty chromancer. "I don't have time for your games, little one." Corinthian bellowed in a low growl. He shook out the shock that still lingered through his arms and hands, flexing his fingers into fists whilst still keeping a trained eye on Faelyths figure. 

There was a ruthless sway about the High Lord that grew more and more dominant by the minute. It was clear by the crazed look in this narrowed expression that the elven man had no intention of letting her escape, nor would he allow himself to go home empty handed. Creating space between the two if only to fool the she-elf, Corinthians figure was soon sweltering with massive black shadows that coated his forearms... Crawling their way up his back as they towered far above him. 
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"Light shows over... *You are coming with me.*" Said the Spy Lord. His tone a low, grave, and serious landslide. Before his final words had all but reached the tip of his tongue, Corin pushed his hands together in a thundering – ***CLAP*** – sending his shadows hurtling towards the sister. The entire space was quickly enveloped in pure darkness, and while most creatures could see in the dark, Corinthians inky tendrils held a specific kind of magic that blinded anyone who became entangled within it. 

Fog shrouded around the Thyseer halls, surely making a noticeable scene for any by-passers. With everyone already on such high alert, the counselor would only have a few minutes to gather his target and go. Corinthian moved through the dark haze like a snake slithering towards its prey; those vibrate gold specks pulsating into slits as he dodged and weaved any oncoming attacks Faelyth may throw. Within mere seconds, the darkling was behind the elf, one hand swooping up to cover her eyes– if only to ensure she couldn't see to use her powers. 

A chill of pain would soon strike the female's temple, numbness succumbing to her limbs. Corin's breath exhaled heavily along the back of Faelyths neck, his lips dangerously close to the woman's ear as he whispered, " Goodnight, little elf." Finally, the assassin collapsed just as the black fog cleared. Corinthian could still hear the shouts and clatter of guards rallying back through the castle halls, making his movements swift and fairly harsh as he flung the girl over his shoulder. 

With nothing more than a held breath and snap of his fingers, the Spy Master warped in another inky portal before taking one last glance back down Princess Delsandra's hall. A hardened glaze formed over the High Lords ebony hues, his mind still lost on the track of revenge. '*That Eye will be mine...'* He thought to himself through a tight clenched jaw. '*Just you wait..'*
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