Karn's fluffy ears perked a bit, twisting to follow the soft shuffle of sounds before her green eyes watched as a man dropped down. Taller then her by over a foot and had a furry monkey like tail. They shared the short dirty blonde hair and the emerald green eyes, honestly they probably looked like they could be siblings. Minus the fact he was taller then her, she had fangs sticking out of her upper lips, her eyes were more catlike and she had a set of ears to go along with the slightly more lusciously golden furred tail. Both of them were pretty lean and muscled instead of hulking masses of muscle compared to some of the dimwits in the Knights of Pluto, but monkey tail looked able to take a blow. He also smelled a little funny but maybe that was just his breed. Dunno, it put her off a little and made her ears twitched. She didn't particularly have time to think hard on it. 

[b]"Well ya but you know. A grand event needs to be [u][i][b]purrfectly[/b][/i][/u] prepared. Can't make a [b][i][u]monkey[/u][/i][/b] outta the show."[/b] Karn mused as she shrugged with a innocent smirk on her face before examining the Princess' quarters. Didn't seem the 'package' had been here for a little bit and was expectantly watching the show beside Queen Britch. The room smelled of sweet perfume and flowers, so much so that the feline was pretty sure she'd start getting a migraine if she inhaled too much. Cushy bed, fancy paintings and rug, typical materialistic rich bastard type of the noble class. It was royalty they were dealing with so she probably shouldn't think too much on it. What was minorly surprising was some weapons. Some were obviously just hanging up for decoration, but others she spotted could be used for actual combat. It was both odd and interesting. Maybe the little gemstone wasn't completely stereotypical like Princess Cornelia.

[b]"Well now we just need to get the 'Package.' Did the others manage to get to the tea for a sleep potion?"[/b] The feline asked, flicking her gaze back to tonight's partner in crime.

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[b]"Fool! The Princess will marry the Prince and bring peace prosperity! Now to find Marcus!"[/b] Blank shouted as he kicked Cinna before quickly running off the stage.

Soon enough Marcus cloaked in a black hood approached a woman who wore a pretty white gown with pink trimmings, her silver crown placed on top of her head covered in a veil of silk. Ruby of course, played the Princess. [b]"Marcus?" [/b]Cornelia questioned as she turned to look at the man cloaked in black. Soon enough giving a sigh of relief as he removed the hood to reveal his face. Her happy relieved glow soon diminishing into one of everlasting sorrow. [b]"Sweet Marcus, I fear I love thee more than I should!"[/b] she cried mournfully.

Marcus frowned worriedly, hesitating for a moment before clasping her hands within his. [b]"Princess... Wilt thou be happy, married to a lowly peasant such as I?"[/b] he questioned, small eyes brimming with hope.

The princess snatched her hands away from his, eyes slightly glaring with anger at her lover. As if he had just insulted her. [b]"Prithee, call me 'princess' no more! Marcus, wilt thou truly cherish me, the king's only daughter? Or is such a desire too dear to wish for!? After our nuptials, shall I become no more than a puppet? A mindless puppet, never to laugh, never to cry? I wish to live my life under the sky. At times I shall laugh, at other times cry. For no life is more insincere than that lived as a masquerade."[/b] she shouted, waving her arms dramatically with her words in a attempt to emphasize their meaning

The poor peasant soon smiled, body emitting just sheer amounts of love and adoration. [b]"So much consideration thou hast given it! But worry not!"[/b] he chirped before quickly embracing her in his strong muscular arms. [b]"Cast away thy trappings of royalty, and I shall swaddle thee in a gown of pure love! Never again will I part from thee! Pray, my love, make me thy canary to keep forever in the cage of thy bosom! Let us embark on the first ship tomorrow, before dawn can tell of our elopement!"[/b] he implored, raising his hand toward the sea that would be their escape.

Cornelia nodded as she lovingly wrapped her arms around the poor man's neck. [b]"All my fortunes at thy foot, I lay, and I shall follow thee throughout the world![/b]" she said joyfully.

[b]"No cloud, no squall shall hinder us! Until the morrow my love."[/b] Marcus said, lovingly caressing Cornelia's cheek before taking his leave and disappearing off the stage.

The princess gave a loving smile, hands clasped together over her heart. [b]"O, love is the sweetest joy and the wildest woe. All I wish is to be by my sweet Marcus's side."[/b] she hummed in a wimsy sing songy voice of that of someone completely drunk on love.

On the side of the stage, Blank was knelt and peaking over to get a look at the couple, obviously eavesdropping on them. "Fie! It shall be war again unless this marriage is stopped. Ne'er will I let their plan come to fruition." he growled determinedly before getting up and walking on stage and headed straight toward the Princess. His movements precise and smooth, almost predatory. [b]"Good day to ye, Highness." [/b]his words spilled from his mouth calmly, like a snake trying to be charming while venom leaked from its fangs.

[b]"Good day..." [/b]Princess Cornelia said, a bit put off by Blank's intrusion and snapping her out of her heart fluttering over love.

[b]"Wist thee of Marcus?"[/b] Blank asked, despite already fully knowing, while he halted before her.

Surprised and forgetting the omnious situation, Cornelia's eyes snapped open and went up to Blank. Hands pressing against the broad muscular shoulders. [b]"Marcus!? What news dost thou bring?"[/b] she questioned urgently.

Eyes narrowing, the spikey haired man wrapped his left arm around her waist. [b]"This!"[/b] he hissed before drawing his right arm back and quickly slamming his fist into her stomach. She gasped out before slumping over, allowing Blank to easily pick her up and throw her over his shoulder and quickly carry her off stage and ending the scene.