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[center][h1][color=82ca9d]Nyx Heir the Wanderer[/color][/h1]
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[h3]Hathforth Castle, Throne Room, The Hearthfire Gala[/h3]
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[quote] "Duke Rhinecliff," Altina cooed. "I am glad you've spared some time to make merry with us." She leaned in closer, noticing the clamor of the party starting to drown her out. "By the by, I appreciate that shipment of wine you've sent my way. It was my uncle's birthday, you see, and we were in dire need of good ale." 

"You absolutely must allow me to repay you for your kindness in the future!"
[color=gray]- Altina[/color][/quote]
 
Nyx beams at Altina, a cheerful smile plastered on the Duke’s face as she listens to her speak. She lets her eyes twinkle as if the golden wine she holds has made her eye glossy with inebriation. She opens her arms wide, palms up as she chuckles heartily at Duchess Bastille’s words. 

[color=82ca9d]“Happy to help. I’m sure we can find some way you can reciprocate, but for the time being, let us be merry.”[/color] Nyx bows her head before turning to the Duchess of Caelin.

[quote]“[b]Ah, Duchess Bastille, and Duke Rhinecliff. You flatter us both. I’m glad you were finally able to make it to one of the queen’s little parties,[/b]” she smiled, knowing her role she was playing. Her eyes twinkled playfully, with one last mischievous complement before they were interrupted by the court jester. “[b]You wear that mustache well.[/b]”
[color=gray]- Mirie[/color][/quote]

Nyx smiles widely, but her eyes narrow the tiniest bit at the audaciousness of Mirie to make a joke like that. Before she can respond, the court jester nears them. Nyx tries to keep her face neutral and pleasant as the jester puts on her little show.

[quote][b] “Your Graces,” She said songfully, addressing the Duke of Rhinecliff, the Duchess of Caelin, and the Duchess of Bastille. Before she conjured a small bird cage in her hands. She opened the door, and out came a small, spectral song bird, sitting joyfully on Duke Rhinecliff's hand.

“Please watch over this one for me, won't you?”[/b]
[color=gray]- Court Jester[/color][/quote]

Nyx raises an eyebrow, but otherwise lets the bird sit on her gloved hand, watching as it chirps away happily before acknowledging the other dukes and duchesses that had come to present the Wizard Queen with their gifts. Nyx can’t help but glance at the other fae that’s entered the throne room. Of course, not many knew there’s more than one in the immediate vicinity at the moment.  

A quiet chuckle escapes Nyx’s lips as she overhears Duke Willowsteel’s grumbling. [color=82ca9d][i]He’s not wrong at all[/i][/color] She thinks to herself as her eyes scan over the crowd. [color=82ca9d][i]It’ll be hard to do much reconnaissance wearing the duke… I should have brought a change of clothes.[/i][/color] She moves to join Willowsteel and Mirie in their conversation. 

[quote][b]“Yep, just another cog in the machine. You agree with me, right, Duchess Agustria? There's little point to these except for us to feel small and be reminded of our place here, right?”[/b]
[color=gray]- Duke Willowsteel[/color][/quote] 

[color=82ca9d]”As correct as you are, Duke Willowsteel,”[/color] Nyx says in a low voice and a wide smile that’s more of a warning than anything else. [color=82ca9d]“Might we share this view of the court at another time?”[/color] After all, what good would it do for a possible ally to get himself killed before he’s of use to the rebellion?