Sandra
You put it as text:di
Willie
He glanced around, his left arm holding his spear of which he had examined closely far too many times for this boring shift. Perhaps he had been given this shift because he didn't feel like wearing his armour, and though he had been given a warning he hadn't been deterred from the job, rather put in the place where it was least likely for something bad to happen. 
He glanced upwards, the book and scroll titles he had read for what felt the millionth time. Granted, he could grab one from a shelf and start reading but he'd rather watch snails race. He didn't know how someone could read a book for hours, candlewicks being wasted on simple words.
He raised his chin, looking up and silently praying for something to happen, even if he didn't necessarily believe in deities. Perhaps his prayer had worked, as when he looked down he noticed the SandWing in the corner, nose down in a book (he figured anyway, a scroll was nearby) which most likely derived from Pantala, as books were most popular there. 
He snorted. "Your life must be drab if you're reading *That."*
Sandra
I'll respond in a few
Herbert
All good I'm writing so many things at once and they're all for diff things lol.
Kenneth
He lifted his gaze lazily, his eyes staring down at the guard as he snapped the book shut. He got up and put the book away, before sighing faintly as his gaze rested on the guard once more.
"It quite is, my siblings are so boring when it comes to doing anything important." He snorted, flicking his tail as he walked closer to the guard, shuffling his wings. He clearly took it as an insult, while commenting on it normally. He was confusing sometimes.
Willie
He shifted more weight onto his prosthetic arm, lifting his spear slightly. "I see how a privileged life can affect your entertainment." He mocked lightly, keeping the conversation on him rather than his sibling, the Queen. For a moment he thought of mocking the Queen, but would first test the Prince's limits and try to gather intel of his relationship with his said sister, especially on how far his loyalties lie.
Kenneth
"A privlaged life that allows me to "Kindly" Ask you to silence yourself." He snapped, hissing faintly as his tail rattled ever so slighlty. He then cracked his neck, muttering to himself as his gaze wandered over to a self full of books, looking over them as if looking for something more important than just the history of the Sand'Wings and trading routes.
Willie
He was unable to hide his snicker, let-alone wanted to. "I am *Ever* So sorry, your Highness." He said with mock pity. "I'm sure your life is hard, please forgive me." He ducked his head and tipped his wings in a half-hearted bow, tounge flicking.
Kenneth
He snapped his gaze back, his tail curling up as if ready to spring out at them, yet it was behind himself. 
"I don't think my sister would like for me to fight you, let alone me 'accidently' stinging you in a very painful way. Perhaps lose another front arm...?" He warned dangerously, lifting his talons to push their head down to a better bowing position.
Willie
He instantly growled, shaking his head and jerking it back as he eyed the prince with malice. He held his spear firmly and had the tip puncture his chest, almost exactly where his heart is. It drew no blood, merely being a threat.
"Now, friend, we wouldn't want an 'accidental' disappearance of the Prince, do we?" He snarled casually, a harshness lining his words. "Go down into the history books? I don't think your sister would like that either."