<br/>The Goblin King would be stnding upon one of the balconies that overlooked the garden, taking in the night air, feeling a subtle breeze blow across his flesh, making the edge of his somewhat worn cloak dance teasingly along the backs of his legs. Large hands would rest against the railing, gripping slightly as his eyes roamed over the gardens below in idle contemplation. Though as his eyes roamed it, something seemed to catch his attention through the leaves... something like the movement of a person, piquing his interest slightly.<br/><br/>Shifting his footing slightly, a single hand bracing against the railing, he'd suddenly jump over it, and fall the good distance to land in the gardens in a crouch, staying crouched as he got a better view of the people ahead, seeing the almost ethereal beauty of the Sidhe princess, and what was likely either a guard or one of the numerous admirers perhaps hoping a few moments with one of the royal girls.<br/><br/>Slowly straightening, he'd move forward, steps surprisingly light for the size of the man, and as he approached, he'd only catch the last half of the girl's statement to the man, and would give the slightest shake of his head.<br/><br/>"... your doubt weakens you... Your cousin seems preferred because many people here are thinking with a head that isn't upon their shoulders, and because she's aggressive enough to do anything necessary to ensure she is heard. And of course, being a princess, the first things they'll notice is the beauty of her nobility and flesh... same for you. Simply because she's easier doesn't mean she's better..."<br/><br/>The words were spoken from the depths of the hood the Goblin King wore, the figure standing in the shadow of a tree, making even his coloring hard to see, giving him the appearance of a stranger, though his voice might be recognized, if the princess had a good ear. But he'd still make no move to leave the shadow of the tree, simply watching the pair for a few moments, waitig to see how they react.