The young women leaned over the table looking over the map of the underground tunnels that led in and out of the castle... Today was the perfect day to go... er well tonight... the king was throwing a masqurade ball for his son in hopes to find him a bride, it was a great opportunity to raid the royal treasury. She smirked and rolled up her map putting it away in a flower vase, she glanced over at the semi fancy blue dress she'd stolen from a royal family in the next kingdom over, until now she had no real use for it but she was dreading it. She gave a small groan and went over to a cracked mirror that stood between her shelves... bottles, jars, bones and other scattered objects she'd collected over the years laid out on them. She removed the wolf hood of her cloak to reveal her short raven hair adorned with feathers, braids and beads and looked at herself, underneath the wolf cloak on her shoulders she wore a purple bell-sleeved shirt that had been patched up several times with different fabrics, a leather sword belt a pair of trousers and some worn boots and she was quite happy with it... when she went and got the dress she frowned giving a huff "Its only for a night..." she told herself "It'll be worth it when I get whatever great treasure they have." she told herself.

She set the dress aside and shifted into her wolf form trotting over the layered carpets and began her travel up into her cover den and out through the hole that laid at the back of the den running to the nearby lake to get cleaned up. Like her human form her wolf form was also adorned with feathers, her sleek black form moved effortlessly through the woods as if she were a real wolf... Only a few more hours until night time where the moon would shine bright above her, she wasn't a slave to it but she was a night child for sure... she loved the beautiful night sky, she decided to hopefully avoid eating the food at the castle and went for a hunt, she didn't trust castle folk after hearing of so many guests being poisoned. When she got to the lake she returned to her human form and removed everything she wore including her cloak... even her beads and feathers were stripped away as she stepped into the cool water diving under and washing her lightly tanned skin and her black hair free of any debris, tonight she was to play another role in another kingdom... the role of a lady... she had to behave like a spoiled royal who had everything handed her from birth in order for this to work. She was determied to be the first women thief to raid a kings castle if she could accomplish this she knew nothing and no one could ever stop her again.

"Now entering is Lord and Lady Chesire," A voice boomed over gentle music playing from a slightly raised platform. Food had been laid out on silver platers, filling the room with all kinds delectable of scents. The walls had been adorned with colorful tarps, scripting sorrowful stories of the kingdom's past, present, and what they hope for the future. An empty ballroom soon filled with people. Gorgeous, polite, and well-dressed people. Every single one of them trying to make a lasting impression on their ruler. Hopefully, it would be a good one. "Now entering is Duke Harrison and his Daughter, Lady Charlotte Harrison," The voice boomed again, announcing as another wave of people began to arrive. There was only one reason for this awfully polite affair; to find the future king a wife. Someone propper, with good education and a brain. Preferably, a royal. Someone who belonged to a kingdom smaller than their own, to form alliances. Someone that can add to the wealth of the kingdom. To give the future king more power than he would know what to do with, and most likely more than he would ever deserve. Someone who would be respectable, yet let him get one with his job without interference.

The announcer boomed once again, though this time, our prince had his eyes on the ballroom. Seeking out anyone who seemed at all worthy of a dance. Alas, not one soul caught his eye. "Finnius," A deep, scratchy voice crackled behind him. The man let out a sigh, leaning forwards on a shaky banister as he watched the dancing figures below. He ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair, preparing himself for a lecture of sorts. "Sire," He breathed, not once looking back. Heavy steps walked behind him until a plump-looking man assumed the same position as our prince, watching over his people. "Listen, boy." The man, presumably the king, gurgled, "This - all this, is for you. You had better get down there. Your guests will be wanting to see their host." The old man advised, pointing towards a set of spiral stairs leading down to the ground floor. The young man took one last breath before standing up straight. He quite literally towered over the podgy-looking king. Despite them supposedly being related, they looked completely different. While the older man had blue eyes, and dark brown hair and was significantly shorter than... well, everyone, the younger man was much more defined. Dirty blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and stood a good foot taller than the king. He was quite obviously fitter than him too. You might even go as far as to say the boy - Finnius - was a stereotypical 'pretty boy.' He had the vile personality to go with it. "I'm afraid there isn't anyone who has caught my eye as of yet, my lord." He raised the pitch of his voice slightly, almost in mockery. "However, if it makes you happy, I'll go help myself to some... refreshments." He breathed, walking in swinging strides towards the colorful ballroom floor. Finnius had every intention of finding a bride who was everything he had ever dreamed of. Though, it didn't seem like tonight would be that night.

(Sorry, this is awfully babbly. Pushing for time lol <:)

The young women arrived to the castle rather late... It was perfect she could slip right past the party... she wore a beautiful black wolf mask that highlighted her blue eyes and a slim blue and white gown that glided across the floor as she strode effortlessly in it, her short curled black hair was tied in two black braids at the front and tied together at the back of her head the ends blending into the rest of her raven hair. As she walked past the ballroom however a scent filled her sensitive nose, it was... intriguing... like nothing she'd ever smelled before her wolfish curiosity causing her mind to wander into the ballroom along with her legs until she approached the table with many sweets sat upon it.

She uncionciously licked some of the lipstick off her lips as she stared at all the food... it was difficult to restrain herself... that is until she heard some of the other guests (of course they thought she couldn't hear them.) talking about her behind her back which made her pull away from the sweets 'remember why you're here...' she told herself as she regained her composure and looked around curiously wondering who the king and the prince were... she'd never been inside a castle before nevermind close to this many royals. She rolled her eyes watching the princesses making fools of themselves simply to impress the king and his son her eyes scaning over the crowd curiously before she spotted a young dirty-blonde haired man... he was royal for sure perhaps she could steal from him... she thought but she didn't approach him...she'd let him approach her after all he'd certainly notice her given she wasn't wearing anything like the other ladies... While hers was a slim gown exposing her somewhat curvy form the others chose to hide everything from the world... Just as their masks concealed their faces their dresses... Well they concealed pretty much everything else. She simply leaned back on the sweets table watching the crowd with a distasteful look on her face.

Np np)