Attire: Party fit (one brooch only) Date and Time: FLASHBACK: Sola 25th, Early Afternoon Location: His office Mention(s): @princess Anastasia Interaction(s): |
âWelcomeâŚMister De Fraud,â Wulfric greeted the agent with his chosen name. âOn the one hand, I appreciate the humour behind your alias, but on the other, is it not too on the nose?â he questioned mildly.
âItâs pronounced as De Froy,â the man flashed a charming grin. âBut to allay Your Highnessâs worry, I have plenty of names and disguises I can use when approaching any given target,â he assured.
Wulfric hummed. âYour resume is admirable. Extensive enough that I would be comfortable employing just you were this not a 24/7 job. As it is, I have hired another agentâŚâ
The slightest whisper of wind tickled his neck. Wulfric turned in his seat, only to notice his balcony doors had been opened, and a woman stood right at his back. He blinked, muscles tensing before he forced them to relax, the only signs of his surprise. âMiss Thorne. AnâŚintriguing way to greet your employer.â
So much for ânormalâ.
âGood day, Your Highness,â she spoke softly, and bowed in the Kimoonese fashion. She was tall for a lady, had her black hair pinned up in a bun, and wore the sort of dress heâd expect from an entertainer.
The prince gestured to a sofa. âBoth of you, sit, and let us proceed to business.â When his gaze fell on the male spy after his brief talk with Miss Thorne, De Fraud appeared entirely different. His hair was brown, shaggier, and longer; a wig, surely, but he wouldnât have guessed had he not known there had been a change. His suit had been replaced by casual attire reminiscent of a school teacher. He wore glasses, had a cheaper wristwatch, worn shoes, a pen and notebook sticking out of his coat pocket, and the suitcase had been â Wulfric assumed â hidden within a stack of papers he carried underneath one arm. His demeanour was disparate too. He was more nervous, awkward, and seemed out of place.
âImpressive, truly,â Wulfric murmured.
âAh-hh, thank you kindly, Prince Wulfric,â he spoke with an authentic Florentin accent now when previously, he had none.
The prince chuckled. âWell, then, let us start.â Once the two were sitting down, he did so. âMiss Thorne, you specialize in assassination, but I read you have accomplished protection missions before. Can you capture your targets rather than kill?â
The woman nodded. âI can restrain myself.â
âGood. Iâd prefer to have enemies questioned before theyâre disposed of, if possible. Your main mission will be to follow Anastasia, see what she gets up to, and spy on any suspicious associates of her. You are also serving as additional protection for her. I will eventually hire more agents, and switch you out if I need something else taken care of. You do not mind attending to auxiliary tasks, do you?â
They both agreed that was perfectly acceptable. Wulfric went into the details of their assignment, then sent them off. De Fraud had changed into his initial guise, and Thorne had, once again, departed through the balcony.